Photo Credits to J Hardy Carroll
Some people are so close-minded. Their heads are sat on a shelf. Their eyes are fixed to one spot, never being able to see past their own beliefs and thoughts. Imagine living like that. Head never turning. Eyes never seeing.
That’s how I think of Mr Marshall.
I sit in the classroom listening to him, the words coming out of his mouth were as filthy as the mud splattered tires of a car. But, I listened anyway. Pollution filled my mind as I pondered over what he was saying. I even dared to contemplate it.
A question arises, however, does one become close-minded to think that others beliefs are filth?
I would like to know the answer, as becoming a head with fixed eyes sat on a shelf is not my wish. But then, I guess it wasn’t Mr Marshall’s wish either.
// This was an entry for the Sunday photo fiction challenge if you want to take part check out this link https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2017/10/29/sunday-photo-fiction-october-29th-2017/
Also check out the rest of my short stories