Yesterday, as I left the Post Office, a business man complimented my new glasses. That was nice, especially since here strangers just don’t speak period, unless it’s to tell you to get out of their way. And how often does anybody compliment eyeglasses anyway? “New glasses must work some kind of magic,” my slightly sardonic inner voice said.
This morning I started thinking. What if…(You know “what if” gives me endless possibilities, particularly for stories.) What if you had magic glasses? What would they let you see?
Would you be able to look inside someone, on a cellular level, and see the cure for a disease?
Could you see the truths people would hide from the world?
Would you see the future? Or the ancient past?
Would you look at the ground, and within the soil see a new plant species that would one day grow?
What story would grow around the extraordinary things you saw with your magic glasses? What else would you see that gave unexpected twists to that story?
Finally, at the end of the story, what would you do with your magic glasses?
Now go ahead, tell me the story.