What you don’t see

Driving by the supermarket, Mrs. Richard saw the middle-aged couple scanning their receipt and recounting cash. She snorted. Even her custom-made corrective eyeglasses couldn’t fix her myopia.

This is my entry for day 11 of the Writers Victoria Flash Fiction 2020 competition. Today’s prompt: myopia.

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