Drabble Eight


She didn't have to speak – I could see it.

All the pain and suffering was expressed in her shining eyes, wet from tears. Everything that this little girl had been through and had to endure in her short life. Every trauma she had coped with had no taken its toll on her body and mind.

I reached out carefully to touch her hand, to comfort her. She didn't react and only looked silently at me with her deep blue orbs; the one that had lost their sparkle.

She didn't have to speak – her eyes spoke more than words ever could.