FF - Flash Fiction
Bob, the world's only nearsighted tree, had created something of a stir among the annual convention of the United Optometrists of America. Dr. Lance Feldman, the opthamologist who had fitted Bob with glasses the size of a Schwinn bicycle, showed a brief video depicting the refraction he'd performed on Bob.
"Better this way or better this way?" asked Dr. Feldman.
"The first way," said Bob. "Now I'll be able to clearly see squirrels coming and can way better hide my nuts!"
"Sharper or less sharp?"
"Sharper! Hey, bet I can finally totally check out the hot tree next door and imagine her without bark!"
The assemblage applauded warmly.
"If only other trees talked," sighed the doctor, "I might one day be able to realize my dream. To find a tree with astigmatism!!!"
A tree may grow in Brooklyn but it can't outdo the tree in our story above --- based on the picture prompt also above --- unless it can sing and dance as well as talk. And though it took an excessive 130 words to tell his story, I doubt that any tree can keep up with Bob, 20/20 vision or not.
Bob, the Nearsighted Tree represents my weekly contribution to the fabulous Friday Fictioneers, and he joins me in inviting you to branch out into the work of the other Fictioneers and leaf through their many offerings by clicking here.
I think that I shall never see a Fictioneer post lovely as a tree! I doubt that, especially if the tree is wearing Schwinn size glasses like Bob!