They said something else.
They weren’t the kind eyes you would expect when you saw him.
They were darker.
But that didn’t fit.
The person was kind.
He was a kind person.
But those eyes.
I could never forget those eyes.
They weren’t the eyes of a kind person.
But they belonged to the kindest of all.
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Categories: flash fiction