“It’s an eye,” he said, looking up.
I snickered. “What? No way.”
Somber and serious, he nodded. “Yep. It’s watching us. Always has been.”
“Whose eye is it then?” Wait. Was I actually considering his preposterous claim?
“Theirs. They’re watching us.”
“Why would they be watching us?” I kicked myself for asking. Stop it! There is no eye and there is no they.
“To know the best time to invade.”
“That’s ridiculous. Prove it.”
He stared at me, as if I was the one being absurd. “There is no proof of anything. But it could very well be an eye.”
Friday Fictioneers is a compilation of writers from around the world who gather online weekly, guided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The challenge? To write a story in 100 words or less based on a new photo prompt. Thanks to Roger Bultot for this week’s “eye-popping” photo prompt. 🙂
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