gin-nurtered time waster.
©Elsie Anderton,
The Babylon Lane Tales 2012
Skippy had her eye's tested yesterday. She's been complaining recently that the world looks spotty.
It went something like this:
Optician: Right Skippy, can you explain to me what these spots you see look like and when you see them?
Skippy: Well, yes. They look like spots. Everything I look at all the time is very dotty.
Optician: Ok. Is there anything else you can tell me? Is it more dotty in the morning, or maybe are far away things more spotty?
Skippy: Well, there is something else - Mummy I've never told you this before - but sometimes when I look at my hand I can SEE RIGHT THROUGH IT. I'm not sure if I'm imagining it though...
Optician (coughing slightly): I think it's pretty safe to say that's in your imagination Skippy, unless you have superpowers, of course.
In my next life, can I just have a normal child, please?
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I mock, but I do so from the comfortable position