Her

She prefers her profile when taking photographs though either side will do. As a premature child, her parents stood on either side when her eyes first opened 3 months post-birth. One brown, one green. Neither mother nor father perceived the distinction. She often asked new acquaintances which color they preferred without any interest to hear their answer. "if only I were a cyclops" 29 years and still she spent most days safe at home. Safe in the sense that little drama inspired her to move or shift. Her parents expressed little compassion toward their daughter. Apathy had offered a strange substitute; she appreciated their cold disinterest in the way a hermit might enjoy the solitude of neglect. But her mind was no hermit.