Eye Glasses Glue Novels & Stories

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.

He questioned. Was this guy shittin me right now? He had to be playing with me to ask me that kind of question. "I'm not supposed to answer your question now, I'm I?" "Just answer the fucking question, Gwen." I'd not have replied him, but the look he had told me not to tempt him at all, so I did. "I did not want to wear my glasses, so this is a prescribed contact." I said pointing at my eyes. "Get one that matches the color of your eyes." He commanded. And that did it.

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.”

I ramble on as I head into the bathroom. I grab some eyedrops and the spare colored contacts I keep hidden. I grab one out and let it soak in the solution from the eye drops in the contacts container. Taking a deep breath, I peeled the bandages from my eye. This was going to hurt a lot. I put some eye drops in my eye. It burned so badly. I let out a hiss of pain. Fuck, that sucked.

Same average brown hair, brown eyes, and dark eyebrows. "Nope," I responded. His eyes rotated in their sockets as he let out an exasperated puff of air. "No contacts." I hadn't even realized he'd worn contacts. "So?" He heaved another sigh. "Don't you see? I don't need glasses or contacts anymore. It was the strangest thing. When I put my contacts in this morning, it made my vision worse. My grandma is taking me to the eye doctor today, but I swear I can see just fine. Weird! Right?"

He explained and crouched so he could be at eye level with me where I sat. “ Whatever,” I sulked and he smiled. I glanced at him and he was wearing his glasses! The one with the Golden frame that he used to wear in high school. “ What’s wrong? You don’t like the glasses?” “ Umm, why are you suddenly wearing those?” I asked nervously and he sighed while admiring my painting. “ a lady told me my eyes were beautiful so I thought I should let my eyes rest a little from contacts. Apparently, she’s not impressed with my alternative.”

Shekinah Pharmaceutical and Store Osun 2:30pm Elijah grabbed a small tube of the glue called SuperFix, a bandage strip, compression bandage, a bottle of water, and a sachet of paracetamol. He pulled out the brown purse he stole from Tobi and placed a couple of naira on the counter. He swallowed a gulp as the lady behind the counter gave him his receipt and packed the items in a white, sealed bag.

In minutes the constables had it taped off and diversions were set. The glasses were so ubiquitous that Mac didn't think tracing their sale was even possible. They were on every teenager within a three mile radius whether they needed them or not. Still he leant forwards with a gloved hand and placed them in an evidence bag. Who knows, they might get lucky. Somewhere on the black plastic rims could be an epithelial or a partial print. The lack of lenses was curious and irritating, a prescription lens would have been something to go on.

But I can't understand why he looks so bad. "Before we start, I've read all your information in the office and I found out that you have a classmate who has medical records about his eye." I frowned. who? I saw him talking to your girl in front. He was saying something here and the woman was nodding at him. The woman who seemed to be still blushing immediately stood up and approached me. "Ms. Lorelay has Glaucoma,” [A group of eyes diseases that can cause vision loss and blindness by damaging a nerve in the back of the eye.] I blinked at what he said. Who has Glaucoma? I?