Tuesday, January 27, 2009


by Steve Barber

Her eyes were striking. A deep emerald green with flecks of gold, their sparkle inflamed me. I had to have them.

I was obsessed, I admit, but not without good cause as you can see. Yet she didn't understand. She called me insane; tried to run (as if I could ever hurt her), but the chloroform did its job. All I wanted were her eyes.

I held the right eyelid open, pushed in the spoon, twisted it and scraped. Then I did the left. They joined the others in a jar on my mantle. But sadly, like the others, they soon lost their luster.


Yesterday I saw a woman with the most uncommon blue eyes. It will be different this time.


  1. Steve - back away from the spoon. Let's talk.

  2. Don't be silly, Frank. Come on over here. Let me see those baby blues.

  3. Ha! I love this story, Steve. *big grins*