The following flash fiction story was written in response to Rochelle’s FridayFictioneers photo prompt, posted this week (14/03/18 for Friday 16/03/18) by Ted Strutz. To read other FridayFictioneers stories based on the same prompt, or to join in with the fun, click the la’al Blue Frog below, remembering writing is reading, and commenting on what you think went well and not so well in others’ stories informs your storytelling as well as helping other writers – wheresoever they may be on their writerly journey.
Kelvin M. Knight
I’ve always been human shy. I don’t know why. Neither do my family. They tried everything to fix me, shone all their lights on me, but the thought of regarding humans, having my buttons pushed by them, was too much.
All I ever wanted was to open my eye when I chose and capture hidden truths.
I detest being in the spotlight so they banished me here. And yet, beyond this conical sphere of fake adulation, there’s proper darkness: full of butchered beliefs, tortured truths and sulking secrets – all desperate to be revealed.
Thank you, Father, I click then whir.