Janey Spinelli (intheboonies) wrote in genome_project, @ 2010-09-12 13:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | september 2010 |
Who: Janey and Luke.
Where: In the park.
When: Sunday afternoon.
Rating: --
A full blown chimney could be seen from the swingset in the park. This was unusual but not rare. The swingset was Janey's favorite part of the park. She loved it ever since she was a kid, and her love for it did not dwindle over the years. Her smoking habit, however, fluctuated with time. She'd started young, quit, then started up again. Was it possible to be addicted to something as stupid as a nicotine-filled pipe? Janey was well aware it wasn't the nicotine or the pipe that had her obsessed. It was the idea that it calmed her down.
Her eye was dark and cloudy. Long lashes sprung from its center, thicker in the middle but spreading out evenly along toward the corners. She traced it over again and again with her pen. It only made it darker, but Janey was okay with that. Some times, the best art was done with only one color. She lifted her hand up toward the sun to check out her art in a different light. Her eye gleamed and basked in the golden hue of the sun. It wasn't overly impressive, but it was the nicest eye she'd ever drawn on anything other than a white canvas.
With her drawing hand, she plucked the cig from her mouth and blew out some smoke. Her pen was tucked between her index and middle fingers, while her cig was held between her ring and pinky fingers. It was quite the sight, but Janey only had eyes for her eye.