Green. Blue. Brown. Hazel. Amber. Grey. Cold. Warm. Laughing. Sparkling. I've seen many eyes. I almost have to, where I work. Selling food 24/7, at a cash register in a store. I watch them go by, and don't think anything more. Usually. Her eyes were odd. They were intense. Green, with a hint of fire. She laughed. She made small talk. She came back a week later. It was gone. Her fire was out. She had the circles under her eyes that meant she hadn't slept in a week. But worst of all, her eyes weren't laughing anymore. They had a sign in the window, but I knew what they were doing in the back. They were crying. She was so sad. I wanted to reach out right there and hold her, tell her to cry, that it was okay. I wonder what her story was. I got the title from her eyes. I saw a book in that face, waiting to be written. I wonder who will write it. 2008-04-11T10:23:29Z http://ficlets.com/feed/story/27316 <p>That was lovely, a whole story&#8230;no, two stories in an eye. Great job with the imagery and metaphors without overdoing and keeping to the themes of both the eye and the retail experience. Great ficlet!<br />LoA</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/27316?basename=55602 2008-04-11T10:23:29Z THX 0477 http://ficlets.com/authors/thx_0477