Jill Y is really into her looks. Sometimes she gives me a look that says “You will realize what you have done and you will apologize by buying me shoes and you will do it soon or you will pay for it in ways that you have not even come close to realising”. She once looked at cement and it turned to stone. Although she is the sweetest person that you could meet in a sweet shop, she has a way of putting the fear of phobia in you, without saying anything. She can look at you in the warmest embrace of a smile and in the blink of a quickly blinking eyelid, the look could change and make you question if you have adequate life insurance cover. I recently came across a picture of one of those non grown-up type of people and that familiar look was etched on a face of massive concentration:
Ah the middle finger. The poet of the hand.
And that little dude looks like a proper poet.
Doubt he’s saying “We’re Number One!”
If looks could kill, he would be a killer!
That kid is a serial killer in training.
And a terrifying one at that!