The Eyes

 She pushed open the door into her apartment. Left her leather suitcase on the floor, took off her pricey suit, high heels,and tied up her otherwise well-groomed hair.

 As a senior executive she needed her "armour" as she called it, but in her own space she liked being naked. A space that looked pretty bare itself, almost as if she had just moved in. Only a matress on the floor, a coffee table and a mirror on the wall. Nothing like fancy apartment one would expect her to live in. Then, again, not a lot about her was as expected.

 She stepped in the kitcen, made herself some tea and stood by the balcony door to savour it. She enjoyed the startled look on people's faces as they glanced up at her window, taken back by her nudity. It was her little game. Trying to guess who would look away first, who would feel insulted, who would rejoice at the unexpected sight. And, most importantly, whose eyes she would choose to join her "collection".

 Her secret collection of eyes hidden away at the back of her closet, set up in a way that they could finally "see" her the way she wanted to be seen, her "way" and for all eternity. She smiled to herself and closed the curtain. Her "collection" needed embelishment.

 The hunt was on.

                                                                                                          Written by Ms Paragon