Flash Fiction Friday

Here at Thoughts From A Closet Author, I am starting a new feature I’m calling Flash Fiction Friday. Periodically, on Friday’s I will post some of my and other short writing. If you would like to be featured on Flash Fiction Friday, send your writing and I’ll post it I’ll also indicate you as the author in the post. So if you want a place to have your work  put out in front of others to read, consider giving it a go. I won’t alter nor edit, I will post it just as you send it.

So to start this Flash Fiction Friday off, I offer a piece of my own writing called “Eyesight Restored,” with my sincerest apologies to my European friends for using their language in an improper way. It was not my intention. It’s only 700 or so words in length.  I hope you enjoy. Of course feedback and comments are always welcomed.

Until next time,


Eyesight Restored

Steve Browne

The young woman slowly opened her eyes and tried to see. She blinked, and blinked once more. She became aware that something was covering her eyes. She attended to soft diffuse light peeking through the material that covered her eyes.

A shadow darkened her sight momentarily, then gently grasped her hand and spoke, “Guten Tag Fraulein, if you can hear me, squeeze my hand.” The young woman complied; “Gut. My name is Herr Doktor Schmidt. I will not hurt you. Do you understand?”

The woman slowly nodded that she did. “Gut; now I want you to close your eyes and I will take off your bandages that are covering your eyes.”

Three soft fingers gently touched her forehead and slowly and carefully the doctor peeled in a downward motion the adhesive that held her bandages in place; the gauze material that covered her eyes slight easily down toward her cheek. The doctor was taking methodical in removing her bandages so as to not remove the woman’s eyelashes; first removing her left eye, then her right.

“Now, Fraulein I want you to slowly sit up, but please do not try and stand. The doctor grasped her right hand and together the woman moved from a laying position to a seated position. The doctor took several steps across the room and dimmed the light and said, “Please slowly open your eyes.”

The woman slowly, carefully opened both eyes, and then blinked. The room covered in darkness, save for a white projected image onto the wall ahead of her. As her eyes continued to adjust to the dimness, she noticed a small desk, with a computer screen on top, and several pieces of paper lying next to it. Next to the desk, was a table with instruments of various shapes and lengths that were sitting on top of a metal tray. The shape of figure stood over at the desk, a man with slightly hunched shoulders was writing something on the papers. He spoke again, “I will now examine your eyes. You will see a bright light and may experience some discomfort. Do not be alarmed this is normal, just try and relax.”

The doctor stepped toward the metal tray of instruments and picked up a long, cylindrical item. He placed a cone shaped piece on the end and a light appeared. He gently used two fingers and pushed her upper and lowered eyelids open on her left eye first, and pointed the bright light into her eye and peered for a moment, she winced; he was so close to her she could hear him breathing and smell his breath as he inhaled and exhaled. He walked around to her right side and did the exact same thing, and the woman winced once more.

He stood up he said, “Gut” and walked back to the desk, placing the cylindrical instrument back on the tray and wrote a note. He placed his pen back down on the table and looked at the woman and said, “Do you see the chart on the wall in front of you?”

For the first time the woman used her voice, and stammered her reply slightly, “Yes, Yes I can. Her reply was filled with both excitement and anxiety.

“Gut, please read to me what you see beginning at the top reading down and from left to right. Go as far as you can until you can no longer see the letters clearly.”

The woman did as instructed; E, F, P, T, O, Z, L, F, E, D. As she read, tears began to form in the corners of her eyes which silently rolled down her cheeks. She stopped reading, sobbing now openly. The doctor looked up from his desk noticing her tears and softly asked, Fraulein, why are you crying?”

“Fifteen years ago while I was on holiday with my parents, a bomb exploded in a market; we were shopping. My parents and I were found and rushed to a nearby hospital, where my parent died. I was told that I had been blinded and would never see again. This is the first time I have been able to see anything since then.