Tuesday, July 5, 2011

The Golden Eye

Wheat Field with Rising Sun, Vincent Van Gogh, 1889
For Magpie 72

Melanie gathered up her laptop one Tuesday afternoon and decided to study at the Golden Eye. It was a paranormal bookstore and cafĂ©. The owner was Bes Hammond a woman that seemed to defy aging. No one was really certain how old she was because she had been running the shop for too many years to count and even Melanie’s mom had remembered her when she was a kid. Bes always looked about the same.

Rumors about the mysteries that occurred at the Golden Eye were incredible. One such rumor, if you told a lie to someone while at the Golden Eye terrible things happened to the liar. Each lie held a punishment. The term “big fat liar” was supposedly coined within the walls of the Golden Eye. It was said that the liar gained weight for each day they continued the lie until one day the person was so fat they finally told the truth. If they told subsequent lies the liar’s pants would catch on fire. Eventually the truth would be discovered.

One other such punishment was the law of tenfold. If you maliciously broke someone’s heart while at the Golden Eye the injured person would find lifelong happiness and the person causing injury was be visited by heartache for the rest of their life.  Little miracles occurred there as well. If you were sitting drinking your sweet tea or eating a fresh pastry and a hummingbird or butterfly came to mind before you knew it one would appear. The same thing also happened if you happened to think of a snake or rat. You really had to watch your thoughts at the Golden Eye.

Many writers would bring their laptops because writer’s block was not possible at the Golden Eye. Many in town had tried to keep it a secret, feeling that the place was too precious to share with outsiders but even those thoughts were not helpful. Stinginess did not go unpunished. If you were stingy and wanted something you could normally get, that item would run out right before your eyes. The Golden Eye was a place where both dreams and nightmares would come true. It all really depended on the thoughts of the patrons.
Some of the older people in the town chose to stay away. Other's figured it out and reaped all the rewards.  But few could make the rewards stick and those few were truly grateful. Other's who tempted greedily soon realized it was just too easy to get into trouble at the Golden Eye.

11 comments:

Lena said...

Oh, my! I think this is one place where I'd give the chance of eternal youth (and a novel!)a by! Captivating story....!

....I know of Chinese restaurant by the same name! I'll be picky what I order in future...lol

Sioux said...

Send me the address so I can hurry over with my laptop. What a unique story idea.

Isabel Doyle said...

an imaginative response to the prompt - retribution writ large

Is there a similar cafe we could send the politicians to?

Lucy Westenra said...

I do so agree with Sioux. This is a great idea for a story.

Tumblewords: said...

A terrific Magpie!

Kay L. Davies said...

Oh yes, I agree with Isabel. We should send all the politicians there.
— K

Kay, Alberta, Canada
An Unfittie's Guide to Adventurous Travel

Vicki Lane said...

What a wonderful premise for a novel! Love it! And by all means, get the politicians in there! Make it mandatory that their debates be held there!

mindlovemisery said...

Enthralling story! I think I'd have to stay away if I knew I shouldn't picture something I would guaranteed and worse

Shari Sunday said...

This is so true of life. When my mother was in assisted living, I met many people who inhabited the reality of their thoughts. I wish there was such a place. I would be sitting there now with my laptop and my coffee training myself to have beautiful, loving thoughts (or else).

Tess Kincaid said...

I love your unique take, Kristen. Fascinating.

Bee's Blog said...

This is amazing. Great take.