MESMERIZED

Nolan jumped to his feet and strode towards the front door. The ringing was persistent.

He spotted a package lying outside. Upon unwrapping, the contents revealed an easel, a canvas, paints and paintbrushes. Nolan was delighted at this gift of his favourite hobby. He glanced at a note which read — “To hold you forever in my gaze. Enjoy painting.”

Tonight, his farmhouse would be teeming with guests at his fifth anniversary celebration party of acquiring a Fortune 500 company.

As he set the canvas up on the easel, a soft breeze ruffled the curtains.

The brochure was a printed sheet of the most beautiful violet eyes. He set about blending in tints when the curtains billowed in the rustling breeze.

Nolan’s heart started racing as his hand started to move on their own accord and colour a pair of violet eyes set in a heart-shaped face.

Violet!

Food allergy… murder in cold blood at this very place!

Nolan had sprinkled nut powder into her salad and had watched as her life had painfully ebbed away. She was going to expose his embezzlement of company funds.

”Look into my eyes”, the breeze whispered. Nolan stood in a trance, a prisoner in the stony violet gaze.

©️ Sangeetha Kamath

(200 Words excluding the title)

Pic Courtesy: Image by Daniel Hannah from Pixabay

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