C36 AN EYE FOR AN EYE MAKES THE WORLD GO BLIND

Donna

It took a while for Dahlia to stop crying. When she finally did, her eyes were as red as a tomato and as swollen as a balloon. She took off her glasses, dabbing her eyes with the handkerchief in her hand. We sat on the slab of the fountain in silence, the only sound between us our breathing and the gentle burble of water.

“Dahlia…” I called, proceeding to break the silence. I hesitated