Blind Corner Lazy Susan Novels & Stories

The garden paths were lined with wildflowers and bees buzzing lazily. We walked slow. Layla matched my pace without a word, pointing out weirdly shaped clouds and naming squirrels like they were recurring characters. “This one’s Barry,” she said, motioning to a chubby grey squirrel. “He’s been embezzling acorns from the others. Real scandal.” I laughed, my ribs aching a little. “Barry looks like he hasn’t seen a treadmill in years.” “That’s what greed does to you.” It felt good to laugh. To just be normal. Like the world wasn’t breaking in jagged pieces.

one of the older maids whispered when she saw her reach for a tray stacked with plates. Lisa smiled faintly, brushing off the concern. “It’s no trouble. If I stand around, I’ll only get in the way. Let me help.” The maid hesitated but gave a small nod, already knowing that Lisa’s kindness was not something to argue with. Lisa picked up the tray carefully, balancing the plates with ease at first. She moved across the kitchen toward the long counter. But halfway there, her vision began to blur. The edges of the room softened, then spun, and the weight in her arms grew heavier than it should have. She staggered, gripping the tray harder, but it tilted. One plate slipped, clattering loudly to th

But my eyes were focused on the shelves. Along the left wall, polished steel handcuffs lined with thick black velvet hung from minimalist brass pegs. Right beside them, slender leather whips and heavy, lacquered wooden canes were arranged neatly by size, looking more like museum pieces than instruments of pain. On the central glass counter sat a row of folded silk blindfolds in deep jewel tones, stacked right next to amber dropper bottles of organic lubricants that looked like luxury face serums.

"Dr. Jack, you didn’t know. The girl was blinded with lard and didn’t understand the situation. She did not know anything and created trouble. Now she has regretted what she had done." (Lard literarily means pork fat but here it means a person not sensitive to other things or aware of other things except for the feelings in her heart.) Her expression made Jack laughed out loud again. She frowned. What is so funny? "Blinded by lard is a serious problem. If she doesn’t take care of it, her eyes will be blinded. This time, just seeking consultation in the psychiatric department is not enough. She needs to seek treatment in the ophthalmology department as well. This girl is really pitifu

The door slid back, closing, and I heard Sean move around the place before asking me to remove the blindfold. My fingers undid the knot, and I blinked at the sudden light, my vision adjusting to the sight in front of me. The lightning of the room was soft, with an elegant lamp placed alongside walls made of hanji paper. There was traditional artwork on the other wall with a huge glass window that had a view of a small lake. It made the room very cozy. But Sean was sitting on one of the two chairs around the contemporary dining table and looking at me with his dark, piercing stare. I had the urge to grin and wave at him, but I held back that impulse.

Her eyelids fluttered as she looked in anticipation. “It’s a revolving center.” Ben rolled the center plate to demonstrate. In words ‘get it yourself’.

Before the game starts she pulls Silas by the arm to come to her. “Darling,” she coos. “I found your glasses.” “Oh yeah!” Silas says excitedly. “I need these!” The glasses Susan gave Silas were fake ones, with clear plastic lenses. They were not Silas’s usual ones, and he can not see well. Susan and the babies stand in a circle throwing a ball to each other. Silas turns to Susan and yells, “Here you go!” as he tosses the ball to her. Susan fails to catch the ball and it hits her in the stomach. Susan clutches her stomach and falls to the ground.

she chuckled. Yes, it is correct. Her smile was never visible to me. Is it possible that she is having a problem? It's no longer my business to mind so I shrugged. When we arrived at the cafeteria, we immediately placed our bags on a vacant table and proceeded to the counter to order food. I just ordered fried chicken, salad, and a mango shake. "Oh crap! They are here." My gaze was drawn to Sancha, who was squealing quietly at my side. "Who?" "The Millennium Dreams!"

Slot machines whirred, dealers shuffled cards, and laughter mixed with the occasional cheer of a winner echoed around them. Susan, feeling swept up by the opulence around her, was admiring the chandeliers when she noticed Leo’s demeanor subtly shift. His usual casual confidence sharpened into something more focused, like he was also on a mission. She trailed beside him, drawn to his confidence but curious as to what had caused the change.

|4 Months Later| The snores from Alana filled the room. Eva sat up in her bed. The pads of her fingers glided across the page of the book. One upside to being blind and reading a book? She didn't need light to read. Eva could read in the dark until her heart's content, Aside from Alana's slight snores and the thumping hearts from everyone inside the PackHouse. The night was quite serene.