Ronald came by today, and we had a grand time. He read the crossword puzzle to me from the newspaper.
I got more of the answers than he did.
He said I need more fun in my life, and maybe he should bring his grandson over. I don't know why I'd want a boy around. He means he wants to drop him off for free babysitting. I don't like to think of Ronald that way, though. He's a nice man.
Today, we had soup. It was extra tasty. It had beets in it. I could never eat them before in soup, because it made it look like blood. Blindness has advantages.
Bertha said she didn't like seeing pools of blood either, especially on holidays, but she was used to it. I don't know what that woman is going on about. At least she makes good beet.
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HorrorIn this Weird Fiction short story, Frank Hopson records his days in an audio journal, losing track of dates and struggling to decipher what's real and what's a hallucination due to the human brain's common psychedelic reaction to blindness -- it's c...
