The Spectacles

By: Maurice Khayat

Buried deeply into my work, I was in a state of unbreakable concentration. The budget must balance, but the numbers struggled to fall into place. Dollars and cents began to sway and take form...but the shape resembled
...wait, no, this can't be...it's...it's...

“Michaela?” I asked stupidly as reality slowly permeated my thoughts.

"You should have seen the look on your face", she said, with an air of unnatural solemnity marred by a suppressed snicker. "I could read the very currency in your visage." I removed my spectacles and coerced my world into returning back to normal.

Rubbing my eyes, I enquired "Is that all you could read, or is there more?""Yes you were quite vacant! It was the same blank stupid stare as you gave me that day you lost your spectacles! You were quite blind"

She tapped my taut hand ever-so lightly. I couldn't help but smile mischievously to myself.