A Pair of Eyes

The flat bottom of the gondola sliced through silent yet disturbed waters with the smoothness of silk and the quickness of a little bird. As Eva trailed her finger along the brim of the boat, she saw the same red eyes that had been following her, the same padded footsteps in her reflections. She turned around suddenly, so suddenly, the boat bumped and nearly tossed her and the boat conductor out into the water. At the same time Eva turned around again, to apologize to the conductor, at the same time a flash of black and a beating of wings captured her attention again, the eyes were gone, and nothing – nobody seemed to have changed or noticed anything from the usual. Eva sighed of frustration. Every time the red eyes would appear, she would try to find out who or what they were – and every time she tried to, she failed.