Diary of Jane

The willows seemed eerie this time of year, some of the branches were stripped of all their leaves; the barren skeletons tipping towards the earth, dragging along the ground. Many of the branches were only half empty however and the brilliant gold of the dying leaves almost too bright in the early morning autumn light. Novocaine stomped his way through the light leafy curtains, they rustled as he pushed his form through.
His good eye scanned the forest, narrowed against the glare of yellow, the other empty socket peering out at the world. He had learned that some wolves would go out of their ways not to look at it, and at first it had angered him but then he had made a game out of it, just how uncomfortable could he make someone by constantly shifting so that the empty right eye was always in their view; he won when they closed their eyes to get it out of their vision. He wondered if he could use it as a way to get information out of others? though he very much doubted it.