Heterochromia

I take a deep breath in, then I let it out. I open my eyes and let them stare. At. Everything.

The overworked, self-deprived dogwalker but controlled by five chihuahuas and a great dane.

The old man reading a newspaper that was published last month.

The child begging his mother to let him see that R-rated movie she insists is ‘too scary’ for him.

The cars zipping along in the paved streets with a singular pothole on the left lane that’s so big and infamous for causing accidents the locals have ironically named it ‘Little Denny’.

I take it all in with these purple-grey irses of mine. Heterochromia is a strange thing.

Everyone’s doing their own thing, without regard to the strangers around them.

Across the street, the great dane sprints off into the middle of the street, dragging the poor dog walker behind him. She digs her feet into the pavement, but they just slide across. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees another zipping car.

And the car sees her. Startled, the driver makes a sharp swerve into the left hand lane. It runs over ‘Little Denny’ and the driver loses control. The car is heading straight for the old man when the child grabs his wrinkled hand and yanks him out of the way. As the car crashes forward, the only thing it hits is the newspaper left.

At this moment, the city stops, but only for a brief second. Everything goes silent, but only for a brief second. Nobody is critically hurt. They take a deep breath in for relief, then let it out. They’ll all staring at the scene before them. But only for a brief second.

Then everyone does whatever they’ve been doing before. Living their lives without regards to the strangers. Making any moves they feel like, when they feel like it. It’s all so… chaotic.

And of course, I’m still here. I see everything. With. Theses. Eyes.

They’re not a soft blend, but a crooked, ugly one. If you were to look into my eyes, you would not want to stare at it for very long. You’d look away.

Life’s not so perfect like a part of sparkling blue eyes. It’s the chaos of a crook, ugly line. The chaos of an almost car accident.