Oops, keep forgetting to post a story here. I need to clean it up a bit first. I will get to it.
Okay can't figure out how to add another post this page so I will have to do it this way.
I entered the Vision Center filled with dread. The place smelled antiseptic, but with various colognes and deodorants mixed in with it. That various odors didn’t do anything to help my mood; they actually made me want to chew gum. Its apple-mango-wasabe flavor would do away with bad tastes that would form.
The procedure needed to correct my vision is simple with very little danger. That is what, Dr. Hue, my optometrist, and my friends have told me more than once, however I’ve seen it done. It looked simple all right, but still it made me nervous.
The low voices, and the rustle of smart paper didn’t calm me either. The cool air inside did however, for some reason I didn’t understand. I’m only sixteen, I’ve had my eyes checked every year for the last nine years, just like the tell me to do.
As with every previous checkup I felt amazement when the optometrist seated me in front of the photoropter. In this age of advancements, they still liked to use the old fashion equipment. A computer flipped the lens down over my eyes, but it’s still very much like the original. I looked it up online.
When I first saw it, I thought it was an antique, for display. I was greatly surprised when Dr. Hue seated me in front of it. During one of my later check ups I asked about it. My optometrist explained that it was the same device they had used for over one hundred years. They thought it did better job, with hands on, than a 3-D image or laser measuring device.
As I finished this last time, I was greatly disappointed to learn my vision what it should be. I hadn’t notice anything out of the ordinary; Dr. Hue explained that most people didn’t notice anything because the deterioration was gradual.
Now I sat, getting more nervous the longer I stayed there. I tried to think of nice things, but that didn’t help. I looked down and noticed some magazine covers, and thought I could distract myself by reading. I picked up one cover with three magazine sections on the front. I pressed the section I wanted and waited the few seconds it took for the smart ink to rearrange itself into the correct issue. I flipped open the cover and started reading.
Someone called my name, as I was deep into the second article, about a movie star that had just gotten married. I had to jerk myself back to reality. Looking up I saw a middle age man, in a white smock, holding a folder. When he called my name again I jumped up, walked to him.
He introduced himself as Jordan, and said to follow him. He led me to a half moon shaped table in the back of the vision
Center. I sat in the only chair on my side of the table.
Once we were facing each other he said, “I see that you’re
nervous. Most people are when they come here, but there’s no reason to be. We have been correcting vision this way, for fifteen years, and I personally have been doing it for ten. I’ve been trained in all the latest techniques. Of course things could go wrong even with something this simple, but I’m very careful and have a perfect safety record. You can watch someone else having their vision corrected if it would help.”
That idea, made me feel even more uncomfortable, so I said, “No, just go ahead and start on me.”
He nodded and got out a narrow box about six inches long and three inches wide. Next he brought out what looked like a medical instrument. Finally he pressed a button and I felt a tingling sensation on my hands and face. He opened the box, but I kept my eyes on his face. He reached up to my right eye with the instrument and did something. I couldn’t see what and I didn’t want to know, even when I felt a slight tug.
Jordan put the device on the table for a moment, while he got something out of the box. He did something else to my right eye. When he paused for a moment I couldn’t help it, I glanced down at the table top. I immediately looked back up. What I saw made a bit of bile come up, but I swallowed it back down as fast as I could. Jordan repeated the procedure on my left eye. When he was finally done he gave me a treated cloth to wipe my eyes, because both were tearing. I blinked several times and looked around. I could see better. My eyesight really had deteriorated after all. Jordan had me read a few lines on a piece of paper, than to describe a painting ten feet away. I passed every test and he smiled.
“Your vision is now twenty-twenty. You may need some of these drops,” here he handed me a small bottle, “and if you have any problems by sure to contact us immediately, or if there is something you don’t like we have a thirty day, no questions asked, return policy.”
I wondered if he was joking about that, but I said, “Everything looks fine.”
He smiled again. We stood, he shook my hand.
I said, “Thank you” and walked out of the center. The payment had already been taken care of, so I went home.
My mother asked how things went and I said the procedure went fine and I really could see better. I went to my room and, using my computer, called a friend of mine.
Once he answered Jason asked how things went. Again I said they went fine.
I continued, “It was freaky though. I glanced down and saw my old eyeball sitting on a white cloth. I knew it was mine, but I was seeing through the new cloned eyeball, so it didn’t feel like it had ever belonged to me. It was surreal. Up to that point I had kept me eyes on him, so I hadn’t see my new eyeballs, but I couldn’t help it. I looked at my old ones.”
He said, “I told you there was nothing to it. I’ve had the same procedure done three times and it has always gone smoothly. No pain, with that field they use.”
“I know you said that, but it’s still freaky. I mean it took them only two weeks to grow new eyeballs for me. Two designed to give me perfect sight.”
“Well, it’s over now.”
“I’m glad it is.”
“Since it is over...and you can see better, come over tomorrow for a game. I’ve been wanting to play you with the new 3D Dragons but you have been avoiding a rematch for three months. If you really can see better you should be able to score better,“ He said with a smile.
I wasn’t sure if I would be scoring better, but I agreed to the game anyway. It would be a good way to test my new eyes.
Story two which has something special. I wrote it a few weeks ago to go along with National Talk Like A Pirate Day. On a whim I decided to add some half-way hidden references to other published stories. I have noticed that even pros will do that, so I thought I would give it a try. They name no names-and I don't either-but at times it easy to figure out what is meant. That is why I decided to place the story here instead of sending it to any markets. If you can figure out all of the references I will name you in a blog post and if it is before Oct 29-2014 I will give you a coupon code for half my E-book at smashwords.com Of course that code has been placed in two blog posts but just in case you missed those I will give it to you. So here is 2:
She glanced at one arm, it appeared flesh and blood, so she may wonder how he could tell it wasn’t.
And Here Be Story 3: