Swift Scribbles: Gobe a.k.a E Don Happen!
I was completely flummoxed.
After three attempts at a conversation, I let my shoulders slump and picked my teeth – staring at her mouth all the time. The left junction, the angle where ‘lip’ ends and ‘cheek’ begins kept pulsing as though there was a heart underneath it. The fine hairs resting on her upper lip stirred as though some wind was constantly teasing them but her nostrils barely flared. Her eyes were –
Funny. Her eyes weren’t where I expected them to be.
Not like they were ‘missing’ or anything ‘Stephen King-ish’, she just wasn’t looking at me. I followed the focus of her eyes with mine – and jumped a foot in my seat.
There was another girl there. A girl who looked just like her.
A girl who was staring at me.