I can just make out your face. Why are you so blurry? I realize that I'm not wearing my glasses.
"Oh,I am so sorry." You plead and my hands fly in front of me in a shaking matter.
"It's okay. But... may I ask something?"
"Sure. What is it?"
"Do you know where my glasses are?"
YOU ARE READING
^Glasses^
Short Story"Oh, I am so sorry." "Here you go." "Take care of yourself..." [Completed]
