geoviki | Fun times

She found herself gazing into the depths of his grey eyes, which reminded her of a cloudy day, or no, wait, they were more like the steel grey of ball bearings before grease got to them and gummed them all up, or maybe – yeah – grey like lint collected on a dryer filter, a delicate blend of ash grey and slate grey and stovepipe grey and dove grey, with just a suggestion of white flecks from the tissue you'd accidentally left in your pocket, but without too much blue, because you are no idiot and didn't cram your denims in although you were sorely tempted to because it would have saved having to do what would probably turn out to be only half a load even if you stuck in that old Michigan sweatshirt you only wore once and was probably not even really dirty.

I forgot to mention the "Worst First Lines" challenge that Sansa invented a couple of weeks ago. The one above was mine.

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