Abstract
Her eyes were not exactly blue or grey. They were the colour of the sea, the sea on a dull morning without sunlight. That was how they were when he looked, but he didn’t often look. They had been together too long to take much notice of such details, but now he saw the way the strands of hair fell across her eyes and he asked her to marry him, for no other reason.
‘Don’t let’s make a big production out of it,’ he said, ‘not at our age. Lets just go away together somewhere quiet.’
| Original language | English |
|---|---|
| Pages (from-to) | 104-106 |
| Journal | New Writing The International Journal for the Practice and Theory of Creative Writing |
| Volume | 7 |
| Issue number | 2 |
| DOIs | |
| Publication status | Published - Jul 2010 |