The handmaid

Normally my day to day duties keep me seperate from the handmaid assigned to my commander. Yet one day as I was digging up the garden for the wife, I saw her. Her name was Ofjames, a short young girl with a very sad yet pretty looking face. She merely stood there and watched on as I did the work in the garden. Each time I looked in her direction she would pretend to be looking at something else. I knew I couldn't risk taking a long look at her due to the fact that the wife was looking over my shoulder. This was the most exposure I had with the handmaid. It was awkward yet truly characterized my life there. Yet I don't really have any strong feelings for or against the handmaids. I see them as a risk to have an opinion on anyway. I try to keep that part of my life seperate, yet there is always a creeping feeling of the morality of it all.

What an Eye is

My name is Kenny and I am an Eye. I am a man standing a little over six feet. I have short brown hair and black eyes. I am skinny but not very muscular. I spend my day doing things for the Commander I am assigned to and at the same time keeping an eye on the day to day activities of the Handmaid, watching and waiting for a mistake, like a predatory cat waiting to pounce Other then work I spend my very little free time trying to rest. I have many sleepless nights with the same reocurring dream of being alone and without an companionship for the rest of my life. The fear is crushing and at the same time liberating. I know having fear means I am free enough to have my own emotions. Yet I am destined to be part of the system that is built to keep those who would desire freedom down.