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I didn't know how to answer his question. Instead, I said, "Look at me. I'm right in front of you."

He looked up, but his good eye didn't focus on me. He shook his head and looked down again. "Mad," he said. "I've tried everything. Every last thing." He sighed, sat back in the chair, and looked up at the ceiling. Then, without looking down, he opened the desk drawer in front of him and pulled out a black, shiny object, which he placed on the desk in front of him. I couldn't see it clearly, but it could have been a gun.
--from "Dark Eyes" (by me), originally published in Twilight Times