Stare

I am staring.

I see eyes staring back at me.

They have an intense hatred.

They are disappointed.

They scare me.

They don’t stop looking.

A tear is starting to roll down from a corner.

A lip starts shaking.

A quick blink.

Then I see a fist coming towards my face.

I duck as pieces of glass shatter all over the floor.

The eyes stop staring.

This post is inspired by the daily prompt: What a twist!

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