It started with an annoyed sigh. A moment of here we go again(!) that will lead into being fraught with worry. He’s already had a glimpse of this frustration with others in his family and knew the shape of things to come.
It could not be avoided, still he chaffed against it.
He first discovered it might be an issue when he could barely discern the gap that differentiated the characters he knows should be there. A gap he knows was there before today. His breath caught in the shift of self-awareness he was not happy about.
It wasn’t time for that yet. It couldn’t be.
Despite the low hanging lights, the bright lighting itself was not enough for him to read the tiny print on the restaurant menu thrust in front of him.
He glared at his girlfriend’s amused smirk as she offered the pair she wore.
Try as he might, he could not avoid the truth anymore. Vanity be damned, he needed glasses.
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