Her Father’s Eyes

Her Father’s Eyes
by Simon Kewin

Caitlin had her father’s eyes. She kept them in a jar on the mantelpiece. Most people preferred a clock up there, or maybe a nice vase. Something to wedge bills behind. Caitlin liked the eyes better.

You’re not really going out like that are you? You’re dressed like a whore! What will people think?

The voice was angry and heavy with disappointment. It was a particular skill of her father’s.

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