Writing Without My Glasses

I had a relapse of some memories of someone so dear to my heart and I decided to take a walk late at night. The tears from my eyes were pouring out so much that my eye glasses fogged up and I was seeing blurry objects of things in front of me and so I took them off. My eye sight was poor but at least it felt better having taken my glasses off and since I could only see a very short distance in front of me I sat down on the grass. The moon was out and so it was not so dark but I still couldn’t recognize faces or trees or such. I didn’t mind it at all because I figure that there wouldn’t be too many people as foolish as myself out in this part of the park. With my handkerchief in hand I wiped the tears and I heard a noise of someone heading my way and it startled me so much that I drop my glasses before I could put them on.I heard them sit down gently on the park bench in front of me and I sensed that it had to be a woman with so much grace to barely be heard. I said, “Good evening to you and I hope you are enjoying this beautiful moon. Oh, and my name is Oscar and who might you be?"After a brief pause I heard such a lovely voice that my heart went still as she said," Good evening to you sir, I see that you dropped your glasses and perhaps it be best you did not move because you might break them. And if you stay there and talk to me for a little while I can help you locate them. But first you must promise me that as we talk you make no attempt to put your glasses back on. I can tell that you can not see me or else you would have left quickly as all people around here do when I come here this late at night. If you knot your head I will walk over and hand them over to you and then I will return to my bench and our conversation will continue. If you wish not to keep this promise I will direct you with my voice to the location of your glasses as I disappear into the night from where I came and you will not hear another word from me!"Her voice enchanted me with her spell that her words alone made my head knot a dozen times because I so much needed her companionship. I did not question her reasons right then and so she gave me my glasses as she did as she had told me she would. We engaged in conversation about my reasons for crying and she always said something so sweet after my words that I remained calm throughout the hours. From the distance of the bench to where I was I could only see her bring her scarf down from her head so that her face shown, but my blurry vision could not distinguish any features because I too kept my promise of not putting my glasses back on. It wouldn’t have matted anyway because her company and conversation kept me going into the late hours.It would take me a whole story book to discuss the things we talked about and we would be here all day and night if you asked. Instead I will finish my story by saying that I fell asleep there on the grass till about five thirty in the morning. My glasses never made it to my face that night and I know so because a policeman drew his flashlight beams at my face and shouted at me to get up because sleeping on the benches by bums like me was not allowed. I did not react very well and as I stood I told him loudly that I was not a bum and that I had been talking to a lovely lady for a few hours and that I was sure she was around to confess to my truth of the matter. He then added to pick up the eye glasses that were next to me on the bench.I picked them up and I kept telling him about this beautiful lady that had come during the two hours of my walk and that our conversation had gone very well. I did tell him that I did not remember how I got on the bench because I kept my promise to her to only converse. He warned me that if I did not leave he would give me a citation and he kept insisting that there was no truth to the story I was conveying. However; he pointed out that the time of the day indicated that I had been at the park for more than six hours and that I better move along. I took his advice as I walked away and I did come face to face with a man that had slept there at the park. He quickly told me to go with him so that he could explain what had happened. He told me that he had been not too far away from were I had been.We stopped about a block away from where I had parked my car and we both sat down on the curb of the street. He said that the lady would often visit the park late at night in secrecy. She would cover all of her face because she was a burnt victim and was disfigured. He believed my side of the story as he smiled and waved good-bye. As I got in my car I noticed that I didn’t need my glasses anymore. I could see better than before and my memories of that beautiful woman was far beyond words. I smiled and cried as I dried my tears of joy and I drove home and fell asleep. I got up a few hours ago and wrote this and now you too understand what took place, God Bless That Beautiful Woman.

Copyright © Oscarelizondo Sunday August 22, 2010 6:30 AM

Writing Without My Glasses

oscarelizondo

Harlingen, United States

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Please read this story with patience and till the end. I am not a writer, but I wrote this because someone had to hear this story, thank you.

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