Soulfool

A woman once stopped me in the street and, holding her eyelids apart, asked me to remove the log in her eye. Wary of religious folklore –and of the sharp, crystal edges of the talc that clung to her clothes- I shook my head.

“No, no,” the woman said. “Look harder.”

I saw a piece of eyelash nestled on the orange inside of her eyelid.

From Soulfool.