Behind them is a whole paintbox of vivid colors: blond lashes, blue eyes, red veins, lids swollen and purple from weeping.

The office manager, Kathy Hills, fluttered her long blond lashes at him in a demi-flirt, then stopped when she noticed his expression.

He glanced shyly at me under his sandy blond lashes.

He had long blond lashes that accented those marvelous blue eyes.

Her unreasonably long blond lashes swept round flushed cheeks, and her childish face, in repose and without makeup, took several years from her age.

His prominent eyes, softened by short, blond lashes, moved horizontally.

She stared at him, noting the fine blond lashes over his sky blue eyes.

Head slightly lowered, he looked at her from under thick blond lashes.

Faded eyebrows, blond lashes, eyes of milky blue.

Her pale blond lashes swept down against her cheeks.