I look towards the oldest one out of the corner of my eye and see… nothing. The room ripples as I turn his way
I am standing by the till at the optician’s, wearing my new glasses. As I turn my head to survey the room, the world around me undulates like a sail billowing in a lazy breeze. “Whoa,” I say.
“Be careful on stairs,” says the man behind the till.
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