PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

You’ll never believe when I tell you—no, I can’t; I won’t; it doesn’t matter—describing isn’t the point. The point is: I can finally see. 

Sight should be the basic starting point, but it wasn’t. Eyes clouded, I spun myself sick, running round and round, saying I was growing, while secretly knowing I wasn’t. Not an inch. My goals were in reach, but I couldn’t see them. I nodded nicely to nothingness, pretending the emperor had clothes, shushed from infancy into believing what others told me. 

But here on this hill, peering across ages and oceans, my vision appeared.

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As always, many thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers! Stop over and read a wonderful array of 100-word-fiction pieces based on this photo prompt!