If the eyes were the window to the soul, he had none. Fortunately deeds revealed more than his eyes. He was a kind and thoughtful man – one the neighbors could always depend on. If he knew they made fun of him, he gave no indication.
Why did a woman fall in love with such a man? He said so little – didn’t even smile. He left flowers on her doorstep when her cat died. When she was sick he cooked chicken noodle soup for her. Words weren’t necessary to express love. And yet she wanted to hear those words.
This week’s Friday Fictioneer photo prompt was by Managua Gunn. Thanks to Rochelle Wiseof-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers.