Eye Contact: Write about two people seeing each other for the first time.
She couldn’t bring herself to look at him, just the sense of him sitting across from her was enough. The barriers either side gave her nothing to look at, only paint chipped walls where people had been picking at them, memories of other nervous visitors etched there for eternity.
All she could focus on were her hands in front of her and their ghostly reflection in the glass screen which stood between them, the only thing that separated prisoners and those visiting them. She made herself take a deep breath, trying to stop her hands from trembling. Blood was dried around her nails where she’d bitten them down…a coping mechanism, her counsellor had said. Coping, as if she knew, as if she understood. It had been her idea to come here today, to the prison he was held in. Facing her demons, her fears…closure. She didn’t feel closed, sitting here made her feel raw, vulnerable.
She knew she needed to look at him, to see his face for a second, just enough to give the faceless horror features, she couldn’t bear that mask anymore. She wasn’t ready, but she was here, and she wouldn’t be coming back. She let her mind fill with her nightmares, hoping that her own eyes would become his new demons, to haunt him with his own actions. Taking a deep breath, she looked up, making eye contact for the first time…
Prompt taken from Think Written: 365 Creative Writing Prompts
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