I am watching, surreptitiously. Who are you, wearing the wilted leaves? The Shamrock captures me first, as your eyes reflect the green clovers and sparkle as if in sync. With what? Diamonds? No, too rich. Crystals perhaps, etched into the three-lobed leaves, as you are now into my heart. Calmed by your eyes, reflecting the innocence and freshness of an… Read it
Author - Matthew W Huggins
Matthew writes flash, short stories, plays, short films and novellas. He is a published author with his own memoir and has ghost written several books. As well as writing, he directs his own plays.