Written to inventrix‘s prompt to my Very Small Prompt call.
There was a man at the festival with an eye-tattoo that winked.
Autumn hadn’t been sure the first time. There were several beautiful pieces of ink wandering around this ‘fest – it was pushing a hundred degrees out, and everyone was wearing just about as little as they could get away with. And there was this man, topless and wearing short khaki shorts and Birkenstocks, and the eye centered on his spine had a perfectly-shaded iris. And then it was closed. And then there was the pupil again.
It had been a long day already and it was only noon, the first time she saw the tattoo. Autumn’d gotten herself some water, stepped into the shade of her tent, and munched on a nectarine.
The second time the man wandered by, she had a small set of strands laid out over the pathway. Dozens of people had stepped over them without knowing, brushing through them, hardly moving them.
The man with the eye on his back paused. Deliberately, he turned his back to her.
The iris was blue, the ice-hue that always tripped her up. It was looking straight at her.
The eye-tattoo blinked again and was back to a black-and-grey drawing. The man turned around, looking straight at Autumn. Deliberately, and with a sardonic grin, he winked at her.
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O_o I’m not sure I’d leap right to up to no good, but I don’t think he’s casually flirting for fun …
Agreed. I don’t know if this is just me trying to stretch the metaphor, but I think he might be looking for people with abilities like Autumn’s. Might not necessarily be her.
Oooh but Autumn’s boyfriends are always so harmless, right?