Flash Fiction 2


Eye Test

Her boyfriend had warned her about the drinking but she couldn’t seem to stop. Now she felt disoriented. Her vision constantly blurred then re-adjusted all in a matter of moments. It was hard to focus. Suddenly, everything cleared. Her eye-test was over and she was wearing her glasses again.

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About caroleparkes

My husband calls me a butterfly because I flit from one hobby to another. Apart from being a wife for 52 years, a mother of three sons, and a grandmother, I'm also an author, genealogist, amateur artist, a lover of most needlecrafts, and occasional poet. Of the above, my most enduring interest has been writing and I hope to be doing it well into old age.
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