100 Words – Packard

I was watching a 58 Packard float down the street and apparently so was she. We met with a thump. My superior weight knocked her to the ground. She smiled as I helped her up then I locked on to her weird eyes.

She had a cat’s eyes only they were round. They were a shade of blue that should not exist in nature. They were dark, almost black, but were bright as the sun. They contained joy and suffering, though I think the suffering part was her doing.

I was so mesmerized I didn’t even notice her walk away.


Author: Tom
Writer, cyclist, RVer, etc.