Tiny Eye Hair

You held a tray of eyelashes. They were all mine, though I had plenty still connected to my eyelids. Each time I blinked, the eyelashes turned first to rock crystals, then to everyday objects, like cups and notebooks, until the tray was full of bigger stuff so that there was no space between things. We were at a spa waiting to get into hot tubs and have our fortunes read. You said, “We can read our fortunes in our eyelash objects. They are magic. Eyelashes are not what we think they are.”

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