Short Story: More than a Vessel

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.

It’s an ability so powerful that much of my identity is wrapped around it. It has affected my personality, shaped my future, and influenced my relationship with other people, dividing them into people in the know and those who aren’t.

Sometimes I feel like my sight is bigger than I am, and I’m just a vessel for it.

“Eli, find this boy.”

“Eli, find this box.”

“Eli, find the lock for this key.”

But to some people, I’m more than a vessel.

“Eli, want some chips?”

“Eli, look at this cutie pie.”

“Eli, want to join us for dinner after work?”

And I am grateful to them for every reminder.


Genre: fantasy


Read more about Eli in Mismatched Eyes.

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