Flip It

There was a blind girl who hated herself because she was blind. She hated everyone, except her loving boyfriend. He was always there for her.

She told her boyfriend, 'if only I could see the world, I would marry you.'

One day someone donated eyes to her. Weeks later when the bandages came off, she was able to see everything, including her boyfriend.

He asked her, 'Now that you can see the world, will you marry me?' The girl looked at her boyfriend and saw that he was blind. The sight of his closed eyelids shocked her. She hadn't expected that and the thought of looking at them for the rest of her life led her to refuse his marriage proposal.

Her boyfriend left with a broken heart. A few days later she received a note from him saying: 'Take good care of your eyes my dear, for before they were yours, they were mine.'

Taken from Flip it by Michael Heppell.

Uncertainty

I have many many questions, most of them tumble-dry around my head getting drier, until the dial automatically runs out. Either they are dry enough to come out or they take another spin.

Some things take longer to dry than others... damn it!

I used to stare out of the window.

Nothing going on outside, just me...a face in the window. There was nothing going inside and so I looked out.

Then I started to smoke. It was wonderful (apart from the stinkyness and the gradual timebomb to Cancer!) It gave me something to do as I was staring out of the window.

The I started to write whilst I was smoking out of the window. That bit was brilliant. It was like I was finding a way to express all the tumbling things going around and around and around in my head.

Then I stopped smoking (nearly 11 months now!) and I stopped looking out of the window. There was something better to look at inside.

And now I only stare out of the window to wave to them arriving from and leaving for work.

I am no longer a face in the window.