Excerpts From Stories I'll Never Write

Eyes - Excerpt

Maybe it was coffee?

Or tea? Straight chai tea?

Or maybe a pile of leaves in the Fall time?

Or rocks at bay when they get splashed by the tide?

Or melted chocolate?

Or s'mores. Maybe it was s'mores?

The hardwood in a new home?

Or love seat couches at an Ashley's Furniture Homestore?

Or a wooden photoframe?

He didn't know what color her eyes were.

Because they certainly weren't just brown.