Slice of Life

Being stared at

She kept looking, never removing her gaze from my face. Every once in awhile one of her eyebrows raised, as if she was wondering what I was doing. My coffee mug in my hand, my laptop in my lap, my mind wandering.

That stare continued. You’d think that would be creepy, right? But, it wasn’t. It was full of love, and it makes my day, every morning.

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By Suzanne Richardson

Avid reader, middle school teacher, mom, wife, daughter, sister, newly writing after decades of fantasizing a writing life.

4 replies on “Being stared at”

Ha- I was picturing a different stare, as right now I feel like people are judging and being judged based on their level of Corona protection. The stare you got was much nicer, not creepy at all! It makes me miss my cats!


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