I’m jumpy and jittery. Life’s been quite busy/ hectic lately and I don’t see any true stoppage. I’m looking forward to the weekend… and to sharing some more information tomorrow! 🙂
Until then, here’s another piece of Fast Fiction. Every time I start to consider revising the format in certain cases (to allow more words), I realize that I should just continue to stick to it. After all, in the very end, some of these pieces could easily be expanded into longer works of fiction. They are, in the barest sense, jumping on points to a larger universe.
[My Eyes Burn: I Can See My Wreckage – January 12, 2005]
I never look at my reflection. Not since that first time. You can imagine how difficult it is going through life avoiding reflective surfaces. But, like a blind man, I’ve become quite adept. The alternative is suicide.
The day it all changed, I was retching into a sink, fighting the pain in my gut. I washed my face and looked into my bathroom mirror. My eyes burned, stronger than if I were looking at the sun through a telescope, and my head practically exploded.
I couldn’t look away. I screamed in terror as I watched myself locked in custody somewhere. The Government’s test subject, hundreds of eyes pierced mine while millions of lives ripped through me. I was a junkie feeding off the degradation and corruption perpetrated by an endless parade of people. In the end, I had become nothing more than a drooling life reader, filling our coffers and blackmail books with a constant stream of information.
Everybody has something to hide. Even me. That’s why I couldn’t become a cop and help regular citizens like I wanted to. They never would have let me. I understood that when I slammed my face into that mirror and shattered it.
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