Fifty Words Stories - Dreams and Nightmares
He watches me as I squirm under the cold stare, waiting for me to speak, but his eyes render me mute.
The eyes of my first love.
Alive and striking and beckoning me in, deeper in my memories of them, now old and dead as the cold stone over him.
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Lovely story - feels like old gaelic lore!
Thank you @bentheredonethat