Their Eyes

They watched Cole. He hated audiences, despised being the center of attention. But there he sat, an exhibition for others to behold. Their eyes fixed on him. It made his skin squirm, like cockroaches skittering across his body.

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The padlock clicks shut. He doesn’t say a word. Stands and stares down at me, eyes marbled with cracks of red. He’s well over six feet, probably two hundred thirty pounds. There’s an unexpected tenderness to him. Continue reading “Restraint”