Friday Flash Fictioneers attempt

            Remembering the wolf and the maid, but never the moon in the trees, not last night.

And what of the whispers?  Not those.  Where are they?  All had been silence.  Or noise.  Perhaps an enormity turning to absence.

Now mirrored.  Must be lying down, in order to see, like this.

Yes, this: bright pupil, diseased sighs, and the webbing aging around.

But, in fact, the eye sees itself in the above phenomenon merely as it does so in ordinary optical reflexion.

If the visual organ proper really were fire…if vision were the result of light issuing from the eye as from a lantern, why should the eye not have had the power of seeing even in the dark?”

– Aristotle, The Senses

19 thoughts on “Friday Flash Fictioneers attempt

  1. A cool story, truly unique this week! It put so many images in my head, and I’m still trying to piece them together, but I like the idea of the moon as an eye with bright pupil, mirroring the ancient idea of light issuing from the eye to give us the ability to see. (The Aristotle quote definitely helps anchor things). Well done!

    Brian (

  2. Madison Woods

    Reading this was an exercise in fascinated confusion. I’m not sure what is speaking, or entirely about what, but it was compelling and interesting!

"A word is a bridge thrown between myself and an other - a territory shared by both" - M. Bakhtin

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