My Minds Eye: A NEW LOOK ON LOVE
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My Minds Eye could be about anything. Literally. The point of reading the stories was to discover who was telling the story. It was way to develop a talent for humanizing the most common objects around us. It’s 100% free to read and comment on, so let your perspectives be heard. If you haven’t subscribed to Life of Fiction yet, the button’s below. Join our community. You won’t regret it.
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A question that sometimes drives me hazy: am I or are the others crazy?
Albert Einstein
We're back! ...and I'm so glad we are. Last time was a great deal of fun, and I think the community has responded in a positive way. It’s been encouraging, reading the comments and having more readers participating in the guesses!
I believe, even though we aren’t able to do this every week, this was a good idea.
PLEASE NOTE: None of the stories are what they seem.
Ready?
I laugh lightly as she reaches out to caress me gently. She’s always so careful with me, but I’m tougher than she thinks.
“You are so beautiful,” she whispers.
I wink at her and a smile lifts her mouth.
Her hand comes forward again to cradle my face and I relax under her touch, wondering what life would be like without this girl’s devotion and love.
A streak of vanity reprimands this thought.
She doesn’t just love me.
She’s obsessed with me.
At times her reliance is childish, but always flattering.
Would she love me as well if I didn’t compliment her so lavishly?
An iron chill threatens to strangle as an unpleasant answer follows; no, she probably wouldn’t.
Retuning to the present, I stretch and hug her to me, squeezing the negative thoughts into nothingness. I’m her weakness. This makes me indispensable.
Doesn’t it?
She sighs happily and I let that sigh wash away my fears.
On our way to a party, she can’t resist touching me continually, rubbing her soft skin against my own. In the presence of company her behavior is no different. I swell with embarrassment at the boldness of her hands traveling over me but I seem to be the only one to notice.
Compliments drape over our night like heavy burlap and it becomes obvious that our unabashed affection isn’t scored, but admired.
A gleam of satisfaction is sparkling in my eye and I know there must be a shine in her eyes as well. There is nothing in life so pleasant than to know I’m appreciated for my smile.
And in return, I never stop smiling.
WHO AM I?
WAIT! What's the ANSWER?!?
Okay, here's how this works. Locked in my author vault below is both the answer and the author. All you have to do is make your guesses in the comments. That is where I’ll reveal the answer…
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I have a guess but I’m pretty sure you read this one to me years ago, dad, so I don’t know that it’s fair for me to guess.
When we have some guesses, I'll reveal the answer. =)