Chatterbox: Inkwell

Fire Eyes

Introduction:

A small babe bearly three weeks old, with flaming orange eyes and a pale complexion, lay wrapped in a cloth unlike any on this earthly demision, on a small wooden porch. Unlike most babies her age, who would be tearing and screaming, she was completely silent, as her eyes observed the lady who gasped as she saw her, and bent down to pick her up. "Oh, Laurence....." the ladies voice was quaking, but calm, as she talked to her companion. "We'll take her to the police station and report this...if they say we can, we'll keep the child." His voice was also calm, but it went up and down like a fast roller coaster. Even then, as the lady took the child into the house, grabbed her keys and had to force herself to not run to her car, the babe was silent. Watching, observing...and perhaps, in her tiny mind, she was also understanding.

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Should I continue?