Friday Fictioneers – Eye in the Sky
This week’s prompt for Friday Fictioneers could go anywhere. I don’t know where I was going, only that I didn’t get a restful sleep so I’m feeling a little goofy.
They said it was the moon that shone down on us, so bright in the sky even with the clouds. I knew it was an eye. I saw shadows that would flit across it, blinking. Everyone said I was crazy. The kept me locked up. The straight jacket only came off a week after I stopped screaming about how it could see us. The world was ending and I stared into its every night, the milky pupil that gazed down on humanity and judged us wanting.
The window I had was exposed to the sky and I watched it every night, watching us and waiting for the gates to open so that it will take over.
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