Saturday, September 17, 2022

Contact Lens

 

Ten Pages


"This is a contact lens."
"Where's the other one?"
He chuckled, burying his feet in the sand.
"Look."
He held it close to his eye and the wind picked up and the waves became wild.
"What's happening?"
"Want me to kill that bird?"
Before she could say no, the bird just dropped dead.
Horrified, she stood up.
"Where did you get that?"
"Aliens. I meet them every Sunday after church."
"Aliens?! Dead birds?"
He smiled.
"I don't know what else to do with it."
"Rain, dude, make fucking rain. Useless aliens... Giving you, of all people, a... freaking contact lens."

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