Eye

The room is dark. The hall was cold. The light wasn't turning on. I felt like a two year old, cringing on my two year old legs. The hair on the back of my neck stood up and jumped off. I saw one eye, one green eye. Not two, but one green eye. Moving back and forth, this way and that, jumping like my heart jumping out of my chest. An eye, monstery. A shape, wait, no shape! Just an eye.

Camden Golden Lights

I see shining lights. Gold hanging from the shop windows. Just floating in the chilly night air, every bulb lighing holding it's own. All along the street, you could see the happiness of the coming season. The walking children and their parents stopped for a second and gave the opposite side of the street a sigh. It halted my thoughts, and for a second all I could think about was the golden lights and the people who hung them. Christmas was there. The golden lights said so.