The Polish butcher's eyes

[vaneramos]

When I read Timothy Findley's last novel, Spadework, I imagined the beautiful Polish man looking like the blond butcher in the deli across the street. I have never seen him up close, just glimpses through my window as he hops in the car or crosses to the variety store. When his family bought the building several years ago he mowed the lawn and I watched him for half an hour. He rarely appears in the front of the store.

Today I walked over to buy corned beef and Swiss cheese for my sandwich. As I turned from the cash register and headed for the door he came through, looked me in the face and gave a friendly nod.

His eyes are not the usual blue. They are a shocking aquamarine, the colour of water along the shore of Georgian Bay where limestone cliffs plunge into the abyss.

Comments

[blue-by-you.livejournal.com]

Van you write so much richness into the space of about 100 words that I think I fell for him myself!