I see her in the pool, colored by the autumn hues around me: hair the deep red-brown of leaves, skin the pale yellow of a late flower. Only her eyes have no color. There is no reflection there, and the clear blue of the pool fills them.

Blind
Absent Willow Review
Published 16-Jan-2011

About the story: My first published story, about a man trapped in his own world. Based on a Deep Purple song.