Short Story: An Empty Plot of Land

I was born with one brown eye and one black one. The brown eye sees things as they are, and although the black one does not always see the things in front of me, it can see much more.

It sees the past.

Imagine a house in the middle. Two stories high, but not too big, so there’s plenty of space for all kinds of plants. And it’ll be open for people to come and go. A community garden.”

No doubt, my friend says this to an empty plot of land, but what I see is a completely different scene.

In the same plot of land once stood a small farm filled with smiles and visitors. Some came to help, others came for help, but no one was ever turned away.

I smile.

“That sounds good.



Genre: fantasy

Posted on January 15, 2019, in Mismatched Eyes. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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