What a character holding a blue object is thinking right now:
What am I supposed to do with this?, Jay wonders, holding the object up toward the light. Staring at the creamy sky blue glass eye as the shop's bare bulb casts a yellow sheen over the oddities of the store, giving the white of the eye the appearance of suffering jaundice. Jay's stomach rolls, the churn echoes through his emptiness.
He stares into the eye, through the pupil and to the other side of the sphere, What is this? A wonder creeps through his mind and tightens, he can think of nothing else. A dark blue tints the world. Jay holds the cold eye closer in hopes of getting a better look. The musk of mold on the walls, the dust coating all but the eye no longer matters. Further he pushes, harder he pulls the eye closer to his own, captivated by the shades and shapes of blue the glass eye has turned world into. He presses the eye against his own, it numbs and melds. Harder and harder he pushes until he falls right into the inky pool.
The eye bounces on the tiled floor with a ding.
© Ash Huntley
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