Blue Eyes Mean Perfection
My race is perfect. Perfect. Each individual exhibits godlike traits. Our limbs are powerful and so capable of strong feats. Flawless golden skin covers tall straight bodies and taut muscles. Our long golden hair flies true when we run. Walking, sitting, standing, speaking, nay whatever we do, we show absolute perfection. In assembly, thousands of blue eyes stare at me. Blue eyes indicate intelligence and godlike superiority.
The spacecraft lands bringing the daughter I have never seen. Strong limbs, golden hair and radiant skin. Removing her face scarf, she penetrates me with brown eyes. Alas, my daughter is not perfect.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleWe enjoyed reading this story but were left in a quandary. Does the protagonist accept her daughter because she is her daughter, or spurn her because she isn’t society’s version of perfect? Hopefully the first!
Thank you Voice-Team for choosing my story “Blue Eyes Mean Perfection” as a finalist for the Blue Eyes prompt.
Apologies but I decline to answer your question and thereby wish to encourage more discussion, questions and intrigue.
A conundrum, Margarida. Maybe the difference would bring her fortune, or maybe condemn her as a pariah. Your story got me wondering about your ‘tribe’ (or race). Fascinating.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleThank you, Allan for your provocative thoughts. In one way, I wanted to call attention to the xenophobia in society.
A very interesting story, Margarida — I hope the daughters difference makes no impact on her parents affections! Would love to see more of this story!
Thank you, Emily for your kind words. Hopefully, out of love for his daughter the father will rethink his ideas.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleI found your story quite chilling, Margarida, with echoes of the past. It raised many questions. How many other brown-eyed babies had arrived and been labelled imperfect? What future would this baby have? You certainly got me thinking and wanting to learn more.
Thank you, Linda. I wanted to jolt the reader into deep thinking on how we regard people who are different.
This reminds me of The Midwich Cuckoo’s/ Village of the Damned. Well done
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleOooh, such intriguing titles!
I really must read the book sometime. The TV series and film adaptations were truly creepy!
I can recommend the books, Carrie. I read them way back in high school (a ‘couple’ of years ago!) Brilliant. But, I haven’t seen the TV series or films so I must look out for them 🙂
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleTo me this is a great example of showing, not telling, Margarida. I really wanted the father to get a reality check and I hope now he has I hope he becomes a more tolerant person. Well done!
Thank you, Sandra for your high comments. It would be wonderful if the father questioned his beliefs.
Margarida, your story is intriguing. I am now wondering what will be future of that child in your story. If her imperfection was accepted heartily and if she received more affection from her family; and if she lived happily or not? Well done.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleThank you for your kind comments. This story provokes many questions.
You’re welcome. Yes, it is true, Margarida.