Zoe enjoys gazing into lightbulbs. Sometimes she can see butterflies flickering inside them, flowers softly blooming, and trees touching the glass with their thin wooden arms. Most people in her life find this habit a little weird. Zoe has long stopped trying to make them understand that blindness and beatific vision are not mutually exclusive.
Written for #vss365 on Twitter. Writing prompt: #beatific
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Memento mori: A Collection of Very Short Stories and Prose Poems
General FictionAlways be a poet, even in prose. ― Charles Baudelaire