WE DON'T TALK ABOUT THAT HERE
Nov 04, 2021
4 minutes
Short story by anonymous
Illustration by Pablo Tesio
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At twenty-three years old, I fell in love with a man who – given the right circumstances - could have been old enough to be my father.
I can’t remember the first time I saw his face. To be honest, I can’t even remember the colour of his eyes. Logic tells me they were brown, but I’d need to check pictures to be sure. What I do remember was the look they had: a predator in reach of his prey. As his eyes shifted over to me, I know now I should have run.
But I didn’t.
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