Trick of sight?

When I was a little girl my grandma told my mother.

that girl has the sight.

Turning her black irises, grandma pointed her bony finger at me.

I scurried to the tree house to find Serena – the blue eyed doll.
I held her tightly she whispered ‘you are that girl’.

Mum called “time for dinner”.

I clambered down the rope ladder landing on the freshly mown lawn. Inside I found everyone around the dinner table; my grandma at the head. I averted my eyes but she grabbed my arm tightly and pulled me in close. I heard her wheeze.

From her pores oozed a scent that remains locked in my nostrils capillaries. A mix of rose water, stale cigarettes and something unearthly.
Her bony fingers found my chin; lifting until our eyes met.
I saw cobalt blue.
she winked.

I had forgotten I was carrying my blue eyed Serena under my arm. She slipped from my grip. Yanking myself free I bent to pick her up.
Just as I reached down, it happened.

Blue turned black.

I ran
I’ve not stopped running.

Trick of sight?

Lisa  Jewell

Joined July 2007

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