Robyn Grant
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The Wanderings of Cedric Slip
My mind steamrolled back and flattened the last 17 years of my life into a two-dimensional, easy-to-read document. I spent my days assessing and diagnosing eyes that stared back me. Eight devoted years studying and understanding how this observant organ operated, I knew all about the coagulation of proteins in the lens which would cause opacification of the edges, spreading inward to the space directly behind the pupil. Cataracts and glaucoma were my special friends. Fasciculation, congenital hypermetropia and strabismus, ate with me every night. Disease and malfunction excited me.
By Robyn Grant3 years ago in Fiction
The Wanderings of Cedric Slip
I balanced on that delicate wire of life. I definitely was not dead. But I wasn’t quite alive either. I stirred from my dank room of dreams. The Great Puppet Master flicked my eyelids open. Strings tugged and dropped at my stiff joints, dragging my body with them. Wilted, I sat limp, positioned on the edge of the bed as my brain pulsed images of the night’s dreams through to my state of wakefulness. It was the same dream. Again…
By Robyn Grant3 years ago in Fiction