The eyes are windows to the soul – that’s what Mum always said.
I should have listened.
Your violet irises flashed, beckoned me closer, swept me up in endless nights.
But in time those come-to-bed eyes proved what they really were – a distraction – a decorative facade fronting nothing but empty rooms.
I should have known when you lied about your job.
I should have known when you stayed out all night.
I should have known when you laughed as I cried.
I should have known when other women came calling.
I should have known.
This piece was written for the Friday Fictioneers hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields – Addicted to Purple.
Each week a photo prompt is given and the challenge is write a flash fiction piece of no more than one hundred words.
Find other Friday Fictioneer stories here.