No Control on Toad Road

She gave me a horrified expression. The corners of her mouth sank slowly, forming a blank slate then molding into the horror the rest of her face was portraying. The skin on her face grew a lighter pale than her usual olive complexion. With the way her eyes locked with mine, I could see the layers in her caramel eyes, I could see the way her irises shaped. They resembled the way a desert looks when photographed from the sky. I could see that the sand that rested in her eyes were stirring in fear with every passing second as we stood here.

I was now too scared to ask anything. What if my next question sent her into a panic?