His eyes are like the rarest jewel. Emotions tend to change their hue. He stands straight and tall, as fitting to his rank. He'll obey every order, it's money in the bank. He's been branded an outcast, a tank, an In-Vitro. There's more to him, they don't see it though. He does his job well, But you can't help thinking, Does he long for something more? © Jessica Fry 1998 Image kindly provided by Naron, please viist her SAAB page Return to General Fiction