It's Blogbattle Tuesday! Not as tasty as Taco Tuesday, but just as exciting! This week's keyword is "Eye." As always, to read other entries written by some amazing bloggers and writers, please follow this LINK to Rachael Ritchey's page. Read each entry and vote for your favorite 3. The winner(s) will be announced this coming Monday.
His heart was gripped with the icy chill of the moment. As if it were frozen, he was certain that it had skipped a beat.
He had finally done it. After all these years of trying and failing, he had killed the old man.
He forced himself to breath as he stared into the old man’s dark, unblinking eye. Eye, for the other was made of glass and rocked with the same cadence of a ticking clock against the surface of the table.
Even in his defeat, the old man’s eye burned with arrogant fire. But it was over now. There was nothing else to be done. Victory had been drawn from his hands and no death stare could change it.
Wide eyed, the young man felt a smile tickling the corners of his mouth. Unable to resist the urge he allowed himself to smile. Smile danced its way into a grin, and then a brilliant one-man symphony of laughter erupted from his lungs.
Fist punching the air in a celebration of a moment he never thought would come, he lept to his feet. His thighs, sculpted from running and work, pressed against the table’s edge and knocked the glass eye to the ground.
“Dang nabbit boy!” The old man snapped out of his stare, slapping the table with a meaty hand. “Sit down! You got my eye all dirty now!” Grunting over his large belly, he leaned to the side and snatched the orb from the ground before rubbing it against his cotton shirt with a scowl of derision.
The young man kept celebrating, head shaking from side to side as he danced, “Not today, Grandpa! I killed you, finally. I sunk your battleship!”