“I love you,
you love me, we're a happy family!”
Atilla the Hun*
There are hard cover books. There are soft cover books. What about
bumpy cover books? Where are those? Anyway onto the 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.
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