Something about the stranger gave me the creeps.
Nothing I could put my finger on.
He looked perfectly normal. Jeans, T-shirt, expensive trainers.
One ear sported a gold hoop with a milky opal.
But his eyes were lifeless, staring at me without expression.
I shuddered as he moved to take the seat beside me.
“I know who you are and what you can do. I need your help.”
Undissuaded by my silence, he continued.
“I need you to track down the mate to this.”
He fingered his earring. “I chose the wrong opal. My soul was in the other one.”
Thanks, Jim. I aim to please.
Hence, the lifeless eyes. Creatively creepy, Virginia.