Word Count:  150 words of text, exactement
Genre: Historical-Fantasy Fiction
Prompt by:  Priceless Joy at Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Eye Spy
©May 24th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram

The Eye swivelled around in its orbit, taking in everything – the movements beneath, and the muted chatter of humans beneath its watchful gaze.

No one saw the eye.  Voices full of hushed awe spoke of things the Eye could not hear, but their words made pictures, and the Eye could see.

The Eye had no memory beyond its own visions, when it had, in its smaller form, been housed in the body of a great general.  The Eye had beheld great massed armies, and had rested upon the most celebrated beauty of her time, she who was full of sexual magic, her voice full of silvery allure.  And the Eye had seen a great loss at Waterloo.

Now, seeing those visions again, the Eye closed an instant.

“Was that rain?” asked a woman looking up at the Dôme des Invalides.

The moist Eye continued to gaze down steadily.
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