I once knew a man with two faces. He’d sit silently on a rooftop and overlook the village in the evenings. Although he had two faces, he only had three eyes. The center eye was shared between the two, and with too many nerves sharing one view, the eye went blind long ago.
When the riots began, I joined him on the rooftop. The mobs threw torches on the houses of the foreign, diseased, and mutated. “How could so many people be so hateful?”
“There are too many of us,” he said, “all sharing one view. They’ve all gone blind.”
Jamie Clapperton over 4 years ago
One worth repeated readings. Enjoyed much , Jen.
Mya Bartkowiak over 4 years ago
I really like what you're saying here in this drabble, I wasn't able to compliment you on that in class yesterday so here's my compliment now! I find that it really relates to things happening nowadays, especially on the internet since the platforms that host comments promote the louder people with farther leaning views.
Anna Yates over 4 years ago
I like the way you left the identity of the man really vague, especially in the beginning. It makes the story interesting when usually someone described as being "two-faced", is a corrupt kind of person. I get the sense that the man in your story isn't like that