“For it is in
giving that we receive.”
Hernán
Cortés* #quote
Today I went to one of my card game things. Also aliens attacked. Not sure which one is more important. Anyway 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 from awful to horrible. He could
walk across the room at least. 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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