Here is another of those two-sentence stories with poetry added. Read here for the first one and explanation of why I wrote it and got started on this idea, and search under the category Fiction/Poetry Combination for others in the series.

I like doing this form of minuscule story. I can handle two sentences, I think, and it is fun.


Three o’clock, a desk covered in papers, and Norma closed her eyes, just to get a moment of peace, only to be startled almost out of her chair by her boss’s jovial shout: No shut-eye around here, Norma! laughing and pointing at the jar of glass eyeballs he kept on his desk, only God knew why, but there they were, just the same. Tapping her desk lightly with his palm as he went by, he continued out into the hall, still laughing, just as one brown eyeball gave her a long, slow wink.

If your eye sees me
Does it recognize my gaze
My cool hard critique?
(Haiku 343)


Pencil sketch, 1990’s (?)


11 thoughts on “Observation

  1. I like the story and the format. Yes, eyes are special… Perhaps the winking eye was a defiant one among the many ever-open ones, like the joviality in the boss’s mind.

    • Thank you. I’m enjoying this tiny step into fiction with the comforting presence of poetry to reassure me. The eyeball idea came from an image by Laura PA Pict, and I had the whole story at once in my head. Then I started thinking about it, since eyes have so many symbolic meanings, plus, thinking of when I worked in an office… I like how all this spins out far beyond 2 sentences. It’s fun for me.

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