Friday Fictioneers — Vision
I pushed the newspaper I was reading at breakfast a full arms length away. The print, usually very clear, was suddenly cloudy. I pulled the paper close to my nose with the same results. I looked out my kitchen window and my beautiful natural area had turned from a brilliant spring green to a brownish blur. My mind became a kettle of brewing possibilities. I took my glasses off and my world suddenly became a huge swirling cotton ball. The thought of losing my vision was unbearable. Will I ever be able to see the colorful world I once knew?
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