Correction

Flash Fiction 1 Minute

Strutting into the optometrist, “Hi—” she stopped, noticing the receptionist. A genuine smile reached his almond eyes.

Swallowing hard, she turned away. They didn’t sell glasses for race-clouded vision.

This is my entry for day 15 of the Writers Victoria Flash Fiction competition. Today’s prompt: glasses.

Published by N

Writer of all things, some of which are pretty good.

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