I felt the pain before the hit, my eyes ceased to function as created. I remembered in a flash my kaleidoscope as a kid, I would close my eyes and this colourful world would open up filling my imagination. My eyes ebbing in focus, all I could see was the world through my burned out eyes in all its colour and gloriously out if focus.
Sometimes a writing challenge spurs more than one burst of micro-friction. If i was allowed this would have been my 2nd entry.
But heck that’s life.