The following is a featured 100-word story from the June Writing Challenge.
She stood there watching, her eyes blank. She stared at me intently, like she’s trying to tell me something.
Her lips were chapped, dried with blood. She opened her mouth slightly, as if to say something, but hesitated. She shifted from foot to foot.
Her fingers gripped the hem of her shirt tightly, masking their shaking.
She assessed me once more, silver lining her eyes. Her lips quivered.
Tears ran down her face. She clutched at her heaving chest.
Through her sobs I hear fear, anguish, disappointment.
Through her tears I see brokenness.
Through her eyes… I only see myself.