Electric Blue Eyes

Electric Blue Eyes

It was a face built of contradictions: hawk’s nose and finely sculpted cheekbones. Strong stubborn jaw with a mouth that seemed almost too small and lips as this and sensitive as a poet’s. She kept her light hair long enough to cover her eyes, and liked to throw it forward to conceal her large forehead, which bothered her, even though men called it distinguished.

The eyes: electric blue, brilliant, vital. The eyes of an eagle, a flier, probing incessantly, never still, never satisfied, but wary, guarded, the eyes of a woman who had never been defeated or banished. The yeas of a woman who wanted to be alone and live in a deep forest, but found herself smothered in the responsibilities of commanding a space-station that plodded along a calculated and fixed orbit.

She was really beautiful. And she realized that she was in danger of losing not only her own life, but of destroying the world. By a single and tiny mistake.

(Extract from The Rain, the famous SF novel by Elena and George B.)

Young woman in an abstract world. Image: Copyright © Megan Jorgensen (Elena)