"That's pretty!" said Farbman, who'd just stopped by my shop. "What is it?"
"Oh, it's for my biggest and best customer. He's coming by in a minute."
"But you're not an artist, you make contact lenses."
"Yes, as I said, it's for my .... here he is! Hi, Goliath!"
I thought Farbman was going to pass out.
"Ho, Mr. Block! Are my new contacts ready?"
"Sure are. Hope you have better luck with these."
Goliath popped in the two new contact lenses, blinked, and roared!
"No good! I still see dolphins, dolphins swimming before my eyes!"
"Pity. As I told you, Goliath, you've got hallucinations, has nothing to do with the contacts. But, want me to try again?"
"Okay, I'll need another $8,000 to start."
"Like I said," I whispered to Farbman, "he's my biggest and best customer!"
Of course, I'm not really an optometrist. It's just that this business opportunity came my way and even with only one client, it's a fortune! Or at least it is in my entry for this week in the Friday Fictioneers Extravaganza based on the picture prompt above.
Is it art or is it contact lenses? What's Flipper got to do with it? Will I ever again bring in a story at 100 words or less? These and many other questions will not be answered when you check out the work of the other Fictioneers for the week by clicking right here.
"Fee Fi Fo Fum, Goliath's caught on to the Jewish one!?" Ulp! Being pounded into guacamole dip is not on my "to do" list for today. See you next week!