Short Stories

One: Fog

Word of the week: fog.

I tapped my foot rapidly on the floors of the hospital, nervous for what was to come. I was finally getting eye surgery today! I had finally earned enough money from my job as a teacher to get an eye surgery for me. Let me explain. All my life it's as if I've walked through thick fog. I was diagnosed with a medical condition that impaired my eyesight early on in my life. That meant I would never able to see anything, only feel, touch, smell, and hear. In the fog came great things such as supportive friends and family. But there was also bad, unexpected things like crashing into literally everything in front of me and having people constantly fuss over me or bully me.

"Excuse me? Are you Ms. Li?" I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard a woman talk to me.

"Yeah! Is my surgery ready?" I quickly stood up.

"Yes ma'am. I just need you to put on a hospital gown." I reached out to feel for the gown. When I felt the cold cloth, I latched onto it, and the nurse led me into a room where I could change. After changing, she led me inside a room.

This is it. I'm finally going to be able to see! I lay on the cold hospital bed and felt someone inject an anesthetic into me. I immediately felt tired, and I closed my eyes hoping that when I opened them again, I would be able to see.

Time Skip!

I opened up my eyes and immediately screwed my eyes shut again.

It's too bright. Wait. Light? This time I slowly opened my eyes and saw a light on the ceiling. I propped myself up on my elbows, and I felt as if I was flying up and was never coming down. I could see! Oh my god I could see. I covered my mouth with my hand, my vision blurring. Hot tears fell down my face, burning a hot trail. I cried with happiness. I could see! I could see! I could finally see after 26 years of support and love.

I was finally out of the fog.