Three Line Tales – Beach Blanket Blues

Rubbing my eyes, I still couldn’t get a clear vision. I tried it again, looked at my glasses, no they aren’t dirty, in fact, just cleaned them! I squinted, as if that might make my eyes see clearer what was before me. Were those people moving in slow motion?

I stumbled back onto my blanket. It must be something I ate, or. . .drank. As a matter of fact, I’d never had that concoction before.

(Michelle just sat quietly beside him, not uttering a word. Revenge at last. Soon he’d be completely blind, not looking at other women ever, ever, again.)

Three Line Tales, Week 132

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