Blue Eyes

by submission
May 30th, 2009

Author : Robert Stise

He opens his eyes and looks around. His eyes are blue.

“Good morning.” I say.

He turns and looks at me then out the window at the dark sky.

“It is still night.” He says sitting up on the steel table.

I don’t even wonder about why they say that any more. “The time 12:02, it is morning.”

He nods and looks around at the room. It is bare with only the few tools that I need and the table on which the man sat. I see confusion begin to seep in as he looks around the room.

“Where am I?” he asks.

“You are in the basement of the Welds county hospital, in New York.”

He looks around his confusion ebbing until certain memories begin to come back. “I was dead.”

I feel bad about enjoying that statement, but it’s hard not to appreciate it.

“Yes you were,” I ignore the temptation to let the statement hang in the air “I was paid to bring you back.”

He pulls the white sheet laying across his legs closer, becoming aware of his nakedness. “Who paid you?”

“Your wife.” I say immediately

He takes it well, thinking quietly to him self. I stare at him waiting for the realization to dawn. When it finally does he looks me in the eyes. His eyes are blue.

“A day.” he says quietly.

“Yes,” I say “just a day.”

“And she wanted that?”

“Honestly, I don’t know what she wants but she paid.”

“A day. A day with her.” He mumbles.

I look at him sitting on the table and I can’t tell you why but I felt… Well I guess I don’t know what I felt. I went and sat next to him.

“Sometimes these things go wrong,” I say “sometimes I can’t bring them back.”

He turns and looks at me with his blue eyes.

“How do you want to spend your day?” I ask

He left shortly after sneaking out the back in borrowed cloths to have his day. I don’t know why I let him go he wasn’t special, and he was worth quite a lot. But he did have these blue eyes.

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