“Close enough for government work.”
Leonardo Da Vinci*
With the school club today and dinner
and such don't have time to write anything for the central part of
the post so... onto the flash fiction!
Spareless
A young boy
named James once broke his glasses. And by coincidence right soon
after he broke his spares. His mother lectured along with his father
on being clumsy. They both had their own styles of lecturing. The
mother had a you could have done differently style while the father
had a you should have done differently style. The mother's tone was
harsher than the father's.
James's vision
was some of the worst on the scale. He could walk across the room.
Objects were objects and he could pick them up. But everything had an
intense blur. At this time the things in his imagination had become
more real than reality. In his imagination there was no blurriness.
So that's what
he did. It took them quite awhile to repair his glasses. But in the
meantime as he walked through life he replaced everything with an
imagined copy. He knew what his dog looked like. So when the panting
blur approached him he imagined what it really looked like in its
place. Same place with his parents, the car, the house, dinner, his
friends and everything. His used his imagination to define everything
back to reality as his glasses showed him.
When his
glasses were finally repaired though he was surprised. Things were
not quite as perfectly aligned to as he had repaired the blurs to be
when he didn't have his glasses. He now knew the little slip of
distortion between imagination, memory and reality.
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