VOODOO EYES by Paul Howlett

Voodoo Eyes  by Paul Howlett

She had some beautiful features for a strange girl, and she had the all curves and bumps that made me, a poor boy from the south side of town totally smitten.

I worshipped her from afar and she had no idea that I was totally enamoured by her looks, the way she walked and the sound of her voice. Her image filled my dreams, as I slept fitfully through the long hot summer nights.

I met her by accident at the local sports stadium, as I was practicing to run in the next interstate athletics carnival. She was one of the attendants that took the registrations details from me for the next competition. She took down all my details, age, name, address and phone numbers, but I was to star stuck to give more than my basic details.  

I was in love. I felt like I was in mortal agony!

One look into her face, and I was gone.

 She had voodoo eyes.

Her eyes were deep brown, and I seemed to lose my soul in them. She had a wonderful smile. Her smile was the same for all the young men who registered that day, and the talk amongst the guys was like…where the F*** did this angel or devil come from? 

Some fights broke out behind the change room building, and I suspect that it was over who was going to ask this angel out to the local dance, that was to be held later in the month.

Sometime later I had to guts to act!

I stuttered, I stumbled over my words when I phoned her and asked her if she would come to the dance with me.  

She replied that she would love to go out with me.

Years later after we were married, she told me that one of the reasons that she agreed to go to that first dance, was that my eyes made her feel like I had some magic. 

Maybe it was me that had the voodoo eyes?