It wasn’t even on the front page of the Classifieds. More to the middle back. Just a handful of words and a phone number:
Print your eyes’ best pictures.
New experiment and need subjects.
Ask for Mel.
So I call and ask for Mel. He says it’s just a minor surgery. No problemo, I say.
After surgery, I wake up and Mel says all I have to do is think about it, close my eyes, and it snaps the image. Then come back here and get them developed.
Next morning, I go for a walk. I see the sunset, a big tree, and a couple of birds. I think real hard and close my eyes. Satisfied, I head back to Mel’s.
Mel says he’ll print them right away so I wait. He comes out, big grin on his face, and hands me three photos. And boy, they’re exactly how I remember. But there’s a giant blur at the bottom of every photo. So I ask him.
“That’s your nose,” he says.
“My nose? I don’t see my nose.”
“Your brain chooses to ignore it but it’s always there,” he says.
I knew it was too good to be true.
