There’s a look. It speaks volumes yet is so difficult to translate into prose. Some have called it “a glint” or “a sparkle” but these can’t do it justice. Eyes will glint and sparkle by a trick of the light, because they’re wet. Others use “devilment” or “mischievousness” and I can understand where they’re coming from but these seem unsatisfactory descriptions, just the same.
I had an Irish friend called Phil Hackett, or Mad Phil to his friends. Like an overgrown leprachaun, he was a drinking fool but I swear never once in all the years I knew him did he ever suggest that we went to the pub. It was never necessary. He merely acquired “that look” on his face and everyone knew where he was going. We generally tagged along: he was a very entertaining chap!
My missus says folk told her she had a “cheeky face” from a very early age. She is utterly transparent. You can tell with a glance whether she is guilty or innocent. She knows better than to attempt a lie: it would just be noise. The verdict is already written in her visage.
The Look
02 Friday Nov 2012
Posted in expression, eyes, look, Musings, Trick, Uncategorized
