When her large middle eastern family moved to our prairie town of 500 people, they pretty much stuck together. She was an odd little girl which had intrigued me, but caused the other girls to pretty much shun her.
From the first grade onward, in the classroom or any public gathering, I’d get that itchy feeling that no amount of scratching could dispel and when I turned around, I’d see her staring at me. It caused me to go blank during spelling bees, to miss free throws, to stammer during wedding vows; but any efforts to befriend her and discover what she was thinking when she stared like that never succeeded.
Yesterday, 50 years after we graduated from high school, I read on the local Facebook site that she had passed away. I pray to God that she may lie forever with unopened eye.
- The assignment from dVerse Poets Pub was “Write a piece of Prosery of up to or exactly 144 words, including the given lines in the order in which they have been given. You may add or change punctuation, but you may not add or delete words.”
The given lines were:
I pray to God that she may lie
Forever with unopened eye
It’s weirdly wonderful, Judy.
She had a surreal effect on you, always. If you had made friends with her, you might have found her no longer threatening. She may have taken her eye off you and the hexing would have stopped. Or she probably would have loved you and you would have found her eye most congenial
Love the story.
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Someone likes happy endings! Actually, so do I, but Edgar Allen wouldn’t let it happen. This is, by the way, fiction…
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Definitely a strange one!
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E.A. Poe made me do it, Marilyn
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But is any of this true~?
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No…Rest easy.
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I got a kick out of your prosery, Judy!👏🏻
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Glad you enjoyed it. Short and sweet. Well, sorta sweet.
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A very intriguing story Judy
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xoxo Thanks, Sadje.
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You are very welcome
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Very good.
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Thanks, lbeth.
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Maybe she had the ‘evil eye’. She was scary.
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Luckily this is fiction!
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whew, good
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Love the feeling you give with those eyes always there to meet you… without giving anything away (just absorbing)
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oh my. Scary eyes. Good thing it’s fiction. Thanks.
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Spooky.
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I like how you develop the story as her watching/staring and then how you use the line at the end to conclude, nicely done Judy.
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