Science? Or Magic?

“I’m going to make a small incision–”

The surgeon held her thumb and forefinger up to show me a distance of about four miles.

“IN YOUR EYE and then–”

The happy smiling woman kept moving her mouth, painting images in my brain that would grow grotesque and monstrous and slip into my dreams to gnaw at my psyche and rip at my soul and leave me staring at the ceiling over my bed.

“I’ll just slip the rolled lens in–––”

“NO NO NO NO.”

I waved my hands in the doctor’s face.

“Here’s what’s going t...

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