Concealing my secret identity
When I arrived at the eye doctor’s office today I was most disappointed that Dr. Love would not be attending to my eye-care needs. Last year when I went for my exam, I had a strawberry-blond cutie with swanky glasses asking me which one was clearer 3 or 4 or 3, okay how about 4 or 5, 4 or 5. What I loved the most about Dr. Love is when I told him that I was a writer he asked, “for love or money” and was impressed when I said both.
This year I had some crusty old guy who did not make pornographic fantasies involving eye glasses spring to my mind.
Dr. Crust told me I had stunningly healthy eyes and that, oddly enough, my sight has gotten better over the past year. It took all my reserve not to tell him how of course it’s getting better because my super powers are starting to return and that really I only need new glasses to better conceal my secret identity.
There’s your story for next week. I love the sexual tension that builds with the flipping of the lenses, 4 or 5, 5 or 4. You gotta make that into a scene in a story. Love it.
14 Apr 07 at 8:44 am #