This isn’t happening.
My mind couldn’t put two and two together. One minute I was putting something away in the closet, the next I’m holding the shards of my new glasses. The arms and frame snapped apart…
Not even twenty minutes ago I was at the mall buying pet food. I decided to drop into eyeglass store on my way back to the subway. I been going there weekly since I’d bought my new glasses. Each visit I contemplate returning the modern new frames but eventually decide that they are indeed starting to grow on me.
Once back at the apartment I clean out the cricket container and fill it with the new little insects. I open the closet door to put them back on their shelf ( I keep them in the closet to keep the sound of their chiping down at night). Bent over securing the lid on the container, I hear a whispering sound from above. A second later a heavy object comes in contact with the back of my head. The force of the blow clips my head against the side of the closet door as I stumble and fall into the closet. A loud clash and bang follow and the world becomes blurry.
My new deluxe edition Cranium is spilled all over the floor. It must have slipped from a high shelf when I opened the closet door. Among the debris of game cards and pieces are two broken black pieces that were my glasses. My new friggin glasses, crushed by one of my birthday presents. Bad luck barely begins to sum up the irony in these unfortunate circumstances. I swear – the fates have it out for me.
