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Something about
the Eyes
a short-short story
written and illustrated by
Mary McWilliams Johnson

"The screen door opened with a screech and banged shut behind a plump lady wearing a print house dress. She dried her hands on the plain cotton apron that hung limply over her shoulders, and stepped to the edge of the veranda that ran the length of the house. "My, ain't it a pretty day," she sighed, her gaze sweeping the neat fields of sugar beets and winter wheat, backed by rows of purple and blue mountains.

"You must have ordered this weather just for our visit, Josey," replied the slim blonde lady seated in a straight chair before a canvas propped on a large easel. Her back was to the Colorado mountainscape.


Josey turned and stood a moment watching the artist lay caressing brushstrokes on the likeness of a handsome white-haired gentleman. "How'd you like a cup of coffee, Lucy? You've been out here most all mornin' dabbin' at that portrait."

"I'd love one, Josey," replied the artist, turning around. "Come look, I'm almost finished. Tell me, is it Pop? You knew our father-in-law better than I did. So tell me, is it Pop?"

Josey leaned over Lucy's shoulder, her nose almost touching the wet painting, her eyes darting back and forth between the canvas and the small black-and-white photo thumbtacked to the easel. Then she stepped back, tilting her head first to the right, then to the left, staring hard at the picture. Her lips pursed and the hint of a frown puckered her brow. At last she spoke.

"Oh, yes, honey, it's real good. I'll swear, I don't know how you do it, but..." Her voice trailed off, and her frown deepened above her friendly smile.


"But what?" the artist laughed. "Come on, you won't hurt my feelings. I want to finish up the portrait while I'm here just so I can get your opinion and Fenton's. What do you think?"


"We-e-ll," Josey answered slowly, still studying the silver-haired visage on the canvas, "there's something about the eyes... It's the color--Pop's eyes was, uh, bright blue. Yeah, that's it, a bright, sparkly blue. Yessir, that's somethin' I always admired about Pop was them bright sparkly blue eyes."

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copyright 1993-2007
Mary McWilliams Johnson