A Matter of Vision

This was another one of those prompts that I got an idea for the moment that I saw it.  This story is set during my upcoming Zombie July Camp NaNo story.    Here is the picture:


“I can’t find anything wrong with the optics,” Gilbert said, shaking his head. He sounded puzzled. For some reason, Taurys found that really unnerving. The scientist seemed to pick up on that somehow. “I’m sure it’s nothing serious,” he added.

“I should be able to see perfect,” Taurys said. Gilbert hummed and he heaved a sigh. “I can’t,” he said, rolling his eyes. “Everything’s blurry. It’s like I’ve forgotten to put on my glasses, but… you said I shouldn’t need glasses.”

“You wear glasses normally?”

Blinking, Taurys nodded. “Contact lenses for work, but… yeah,” he said, his voice soft.

Gilbert hummed thoughtfully and left the room without saying a word. When he returned, there was another person with him. Until Taurys heard her speak, he couldn’t tell that the visitor was a woman.

She handed a pair of glasses to Taurys and said, “I’m called Matcher. Why don’t you see how these work?”

“All right,” Taurys said, blinking. He lifted the glasses up and looked through the lenses. Outside, he could see the field filled with little yellow flowers, some of them gone to seed. “Dandelions,” he said, as he settled the glasses on his face. He blinked up at Gilbert.

“You can see now?” he said, smiling. When Taurys nodded, he patted Watcher on the shoulder. “Just as I thought. Thanks, Shannon.”

“No problem, Gilbert,” Watcher replied. Then, nodding at Taurys, she slipped out of the room.

Taurys frowned. “What’s wrong with my optics, then?” he said, shaking his head.

Gilbert shrugged. “Nothing,” he said, shaking his head. When Taurys looked doubtful, he shrugged. “It’s psychological. You expect to need glasses, so… you do. That’s how your brain was trained to perceive the world.”

“Lovely,” Taurys said, rolling his eyes. At least when he’d needed glasses before, there was actually something wrong with his eyes. “It’s all in my head.”

“The mind is a powerful thing,” Gilbert said, shrugging.

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