She had curious gold flecked green eyes, and she had this strange predatory hungry look, like a panther staring down from a tree.
First, the eyes would catch sight of me, like a wide beam light, them narrow down and roam.
And, I’d miss my shot.
2,246 posted on 12/13/2007 5:54:58 PM PST by Darksheare
(Cannibal Soup, a meal within yourself.)