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By: Rachel D. Knepp<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Genre: Science Fiction<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Plot: A person gets an eye transplant and can now see the future.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Words to use: Sight, cornea, gift, donor, witchcraft, horoscope, sky, stars, sense, awaken, recovery, consequence, blind, psychic, mystic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Everything was dark when he woke up suddenly, shivering and his nerves danced just beneath his skin. The last thing he remembered was the bright blue sky<\/strong> behind the fuel tank. He was just doing his job. A vast nothingness behind the bandages that pushed down tightly on his sinuses. Allen inhaled deeply, the smell of medical apparatus\u2019 filled his senses. He remembered loosing his sight<\/strong> one other time, long ago, when he rubbed the oil of the jalape\u00f1o in his eyes on accident. That hurt.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThank goodness, he is awake,\u201d he heard next to him. It was a familiar voice. \u201cAllen?\u201d The female voice was pleading.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYes, Vera, I am awake,\u201d he grumbled. That was Allen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt is such a relief,\u201d said the voice. The darkness remained despite the strain he made looking toward the voice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou will be on the road to recovery<\/strong> now. We can get back home and get you settled back into your life again.\u201d Allen\u2019s hand and fingers was pressed against the bandages that covered his eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cCan you tell me what me what happened?\u201d His voice cracked. There was no memory coming to him and it made him feel uneasy. His breathing started to quicken.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDon\u2019t overwork yourself. You had a little accident, that\u2019s all. Sprayed in the face with chemicals at work,\u201d Her voice was lighter than he thought it should be for the event she was explaining. Why was she making no big deal of it? <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat did the doctors say?\u201d He asked her, trying to remain calm, the numbers on the screen next to him were inching higher as he tried to control his breath. He now had to deal with consequence<\/strong> of an accident that was beyond his control. Why were the stars<\/strong> against him? He felt like he was choking on his words. \u201cVery, am I blind<\/strong> now?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNo, no, my love. No you\u2019re not going to blind. They repaired the damage. They had to give you a new cornea<\/strong> from a donor, but that will be fine. You will make a full recovery; don\u2019t worry.\u201d She was holding his arm and stroking his hair. He was holding on to the stiff white sheet close to his chest, turning away from her breath on his face. \u201cYou received a gift<\/strong>.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He closed his eyes underneath the bandages. Fighting back tears, but relieved that at least he wasn\u2019t going to be blind. He will see again. Vera said so. He shuttered and gasped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s wrong my love,\u201d she said, grabbing his arm. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2026I just saw something, a flash of light, a bus coming straight for you. I was behind you, your red hair in his usual style, and you stepped right in front of the bus.\u201d He had her hands in his grips, pulling them closer to her, trying to get up off the bed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSh, sh, sh, shhh. It is just your imagination. Don\u2019t get yourself all worked up.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBut I saw it as clear as day. Like I was a psychic or some mystic, seeing a premonition.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou don\u2019t believe in all that nonsense, Allen, and neither do I. You now we don\u2019t do horoscopes or dabble in witchcraft. We are sensible people. You need to just lay back and get some rest. You will be out of here in no time.\u201d She had pushed him back, her words calmed him momentarily. He remained shaken and trembled beneath the harsh bed clothes of the hospital bed, alarms going off. A nurse squeaked in with her rubber sole shoes. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAren\u2019t you getting worked up. Is everything okay?\u201d The chastisement in her voice silenced them both. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHe doesn\u2019t like to confined to bed. He will calm down now. I reassured him that he will be getting better and will be coming home sooner than he thinks.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGood to hear. Now Mr. Morris, you need to get some rest. You need to heal.\u201d The nurse turned to his wife. \u201cMaybe you want some food now. He will be fine in my care.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOkay, nurse Chapel, I think I will. I am relieved he has you to take care of my husband.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOf course, I will. You need to take care of yourself now.\u201d Allen felt her presence and heard her soft breathing as she adjusted wires and tubes that came out of him. Vera left slowly. Unsure and looked back at the image of her husband with bandages on his eyes. She grimaced and left the room finally.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMr. Morris it is so nice to see that you have awaken<\/strong> from your slumber.\u201d She said in a sing song sort of voice. \u201cDid you get any sense<\/strong> of sight even though your eyes are covered?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI could see something, but it wasn\u2019t with my eyes. It was a strange experience, but I am sure it was my imagination.\u201d The nurse patted his hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOf course. Get some rest.\u201d He listened to her steps disappear and his focus was on distance indistinguishable voices. Probably gossiping to each other, he thought. He slept, twitching, he could smell the exhaust from a bus. The screams made him jump. The sweat beaded on his forehead, the bandages were soaked through. His imagination again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He heard the soft soled shoes of someone entering the room. \u201cWho\u2019s there?\u201d He said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI am your doctor Mr. Morris,\u201d he could tell the doctor was alone. \u201cI am afraid I have some bad news about your wife.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Thanks for reading. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Copyright \u00a9 Rachel D. Knepp.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author\u2019s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means\u2014including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods\u2014without the prior written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations used in reviews or critical articles.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You can find both of my children\u2019s book online on Amazon and Barnes and Noble. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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