Eye Glasses Glue Novels & Stories

“Most of the glue has been removed. I will remove the stitches now.” Cold metal brushed against my skin and there was the snip of the shears. It pulled my eyelids together and I hadn’t really tried to open my eyes, but I was glad I didn’t. Considering they were not only glued by stitched shut. The pulling of the stitches finally came out and I sighed. “Open your eyes now.” It still felt like I was lifting weights with my eyelids but when I was finally able to crack them open, I squeezed them shut. Light filtered through them and it hurt.

He asked. I squinted and leaned closer to the glass. "I think I see the sword. It's blurry and really small, but I think that's it." I peered at the dark pointed shape in the center of the glass. I inched around the pane to examine the rest of the room. Large spherical lenses sat on pedestals with wheels. On their sides were tally marks. In the floor coming straight away from the glass was a groove where it looked like the pedestals locked into place. I remembered this from optics class. I knew exactly what to do. I started to push the convex lens that had three tally marks on it.

Lawrence Gibson's POV "Her eyes are good now. But you will need to apply this eyedropper regularly until her vision became clear once again. In the test result, it was blurry. Maybe because of the chemical that was poured on them. But we already removed them through the surgery we just conducted to her. I will come back here after a week to see if there is anything alarming or if everything is going well..." I breathe in relief finally. It's been weeks. And in those weeks, I've witnessed how the great and professional doctors join forces and helped each other to heal her.

mum rolled her eyes as I walked downstairs, and I certainly had nothing to say in reply. Her husband's son was going to get me killed if I ever crossed his path again, so the last thing I wanted to think about was getting the perfect cloth for a doctor's consultation. I needed to think of ways to survive. I got my eyes tested at the hospital, and the ophthalmologist said that I could come for my recommended lens in three working days. Mum insisted that I wasn't going to get ugly glasses like the formal one, and that was going to be a new change in my life.

I struggled to correctly perch the dark-rimmed glasses on my nose. They looked too big for my face but I did not complain. I let go of the bridge of the glasses when I was satisfied that I was wearing them correctly and comfortably. A sigh passed my lips when I looked across the room, everything looked the same, maybe a bit darker but the same nevertheless. "That should help you avoid the itching." The doctor glanced over at me before placing the retinoscope back onto the stand that had her other tools.

I stopped at a restaurant, placed an order, and headed home. My little one had her nose buried in books when I arrived. She was studying and wearing glasses? It was the first time I'd seen her with glasses. I approached, and when she looked at me, she suddenly took them off. "Don't take them off." I took the glasses and put them back on her eyes. "It's the first time I've seen you wearing them." "I lost my contact lens. I'm ordering another one tomorrow, until it's ready you'll see me in glasses. At least my prescription isn't too strong so I don't need them all the time," Manu seemed discouraged.

Thankfully, she didn’t ask to come along, too enthralled in making magazine clippings for her bedroom collage. For now, the broken sculpture was my focus. I stepped out into the brisk morning air, feeling the gentle caress of sunlight on my skin as I navigated through the bustling city streets. As the door of the store swung open, the familiar scent of fresh paint and wood enveloped me. I made my way to the sealants isle. After scanning the shelves, I came across a heavy duty glue that seemed fitting for glass surfaces. I grabbed it off the self and started making my way back to the counter, satisfied with the ease of such a small trip.

nothing. Just white haze and blurred shadows. “Can you follow my hand?” he asked. I blinked hard. The tears came before I could stop them. “I can’t… I can’t see anything. It’s all just… white.” He exhaled. “We suspected this might happen from all the traumatic damage and blood loss. Your eye sight may improve over time, but your eyes endured extensive trauma. We’ll going to continue to monitor you very closely.” Lily wiped my tears with a tissue and placed tinted recovery glasses over my damaged eyes. “These will help, sweetheart.”

she handed over her glasses; “so that air pressure and dust particles won’t sting your eyes more.” “Wouldn’t your vision blur?” I asked as I wore the glasses. Strangely, it didn’t seem to have graded lenses as I felt nothing weird like getting dizzy. “My vision is perfect. That’s just some sort of high-functioning glasses.” “High-functioning?” “There are four small buttons, two on each side. Notice that there are also two small holes with miniscule bulbs beside the lenses. Try it.”