Short story: Opsis

I have a cursed phone…

When I set my eyes on the screen - I don’t see what others see.
A picture of me with friends.
Is that what I look like?
I scrutinise every inch.

I throw my phone away.

I have a cursed camera…

Having thrown my phone away, I need a method of ‘capturing the moment’.
So I purchased an analogue camera.
I snapped away - safe in the knowledge that I was taking in the moment.
I have to wait a few weeks before I can scrutinise.
The pictures come back.
They don’t capture what I see.

I throw the camera away.

I have a cursed mirror…

From one moment to the next,
I go from one form to another.
Nothing has changed.
It must be the mirror.
I scrutinise it and myself.

I throw the mirror away.

I have cursed eyes…

If the; phone, camera and mirror are not the problem,
maybe my eyes are.
The lens with which I see the world.
I go to the opticians, I need glasses.
It just makes my lens sharper.

I throw my glasses away.

I have a cursed brain…

Sat with no; phone, camera, mirror or glasses.
No reflection.
Nothing left to throw away.
I still scrutinise.

Maybe it is not the lens nor the reflection.
Opsis is not the answer nor the problem.

Ms ASK