for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt where the given word is Forage and the limit, 82 words.
He claimed he could look into our eyes and forage for hidden secrets within our minds.
‘Prove it’ we’d say. He’d shake his head, smile an inscrutable smile and say ‘don’t worry I’ll keep it to myself’.
We didn’t know what to make of him.
I know it sounds silly, but whenever I encountered him I’d try clearing my mind, just in case.
But yesterday day he squinted at me and I shivered.
To my cost, I’ve discovered our doubts were unfounded.