Until the day I die, I’ll never forget those glassy, unblinking eyes.
The fixed gaze and unlined countenance of the Merchant Krel,
Staring upward, unseeing, through the canopy of trees.
Death did not surprise him. He appears accepting, though mildly perplexed;
As though he has been interrupted while seeking to understand the motivation of his assailants,
Those coarse highwaymen, long gone.
The tear in his leather tunic and the bloodstain on his stark white blouse scream violence.
His eyes and the fixture of his face whisper peace.
tnkerr-Writing Prompts and Practice 
I enjoyed reading your entry.
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I am pleased. Thank you.
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I like the contrast in the last two sentences… how peace can exist amongst (and after) violence.
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Thank you Janna. I am looking forward to reading your submission when I am done with my day job this afternoon. Your encouragement and your work are always inspiring.
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Beautifully put together. The last line had me 🙂
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High praise to my ear. Thank you very much.
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Nice job in addressing the dichotomy. Great writing!
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I was working for some conflict beyond the obvious, which had already occurred. Thank you.
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Flowed easily, clear imagery. Liked the historical feel and language, really true to the painting.
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Your comment is one of the things I enjoy about the yeah write community. So supportive and encouraging. Thanks so much.
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I love how crisp and clean this is. And I also love the way you illustrate the contrast. Great take on the prompts!
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Thank you so much Suzanne
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Wonderfully expressed and I specially enjoyed the contrast in the last two lines 🙂
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Thank you.
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🙂
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Oh, very nice. I like the mildly perplexed description. I’m sure I’d be mildly perplexed too if I were randomly murdered.
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I’m glad you liked it. Thanks
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I liked how even in the wake of violence, he found peace. Well done!
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Thanks Kathy.
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