Rina
She used to faint, her hair flapping beside her, eyes spinning back through her head. She grew an eating disorder like a germ in a test tube, or a baby.
Never said what was in her soul, but left her pink lips prissed forward at us, to guard her. Then she got thinner, till she was a slick question mark in a long dress. At every stage, the pattern in her face faded more.
I saw her on the arm of a train operator. He was all apologies and watches. Eventually she drew up a chair at the office herself and went to work. She never missed a day.
Then a shadow drew down behind her eye. She woke one Monday, and could not see through both her eyes. They said a shadow has drawn down behind this eye.
I saw her the next week at a party. She didn’t mention it.
Her eyes were just as big, and bare, and blue as I remembered.
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