If Sunglasses Could Talk

She left me here. Yes! Here! Lying on this table amongst the filthy dishes and leftover food. I thought she was taking me with her…taking me to see the world. Now, there is only what is left, and what is left is… gut-wrenching lonliness. It is just maddening, seeing the rest of my kind, perched on noses, walking out of the restaurant to share in exciting adventures. But she forgot me. She left me! I thought we were a team… my rims and her face. I am nearly hysterical with the sadness of it all.My thoughts take me back to the first time I saw my gal. She was searching through the sunglasses, carefully trying to find the perfect pair. She came upon me and picked me up very slowly from the rack. She tried me on. “Maybe these lenses are too large for my face” she said. I admit…at first I was offended and even a little hurt, but when she decided to purchase me I realized what a discerning, classy lady she was…because after all, she would only pick the very best. Remembering makes me sad for I am so alone. She left me here.Oh great. Two losers are approaching my table. Can’t they see that I am in mourning? My lenses are dark and cloudy. They will see my shame…my abandonement. Oh, cruel world. Cruel fate.“Look honey. Someone left these ugly sunglasses on the table. I would never wear glasses like that!”So now I have to listen to their insults too?“Come on Cat. Try them on.”She declined, but oh my goodness! He is putting me on his face? I am horrified with embarrassment!“They make you look like you have bug eyes” Cat said, laughing. “Take them off. You’re acting goofy.”Now they are making fun of me? Now they are making fun of me! I do not remember ever asking either of them to touch my rims…or my lenses!Cat said “I am putting these things back on the shelf in case the owner comes back for them.”So I am back on the shelf, above the table where my forgetful lady left me. I search the immediate perimeter for my gal, the lady of my dreams…my eyes. A thought comes to me. “If these losers only knew how funny they looked they would not be making fun of me. HA!”Cat speaks to the waitress “Someone left these here.” Funny looks, at my expense, pass between the waitress and the two losers. The waitress responds “I’ll just put them IN THE LOST AND FOUND DRAWER.”Oh No! I am in a nightmare and I can’t wake up! Not the drawer! I am so afraid of the dark. My lenses will get all scratched up lying in there with all of the other castoffs. I’ll be blind and no one will ever be able to look through my lenses again! Then, the only thing left is the trash. My only hope is a fast reprieve.Suddenly, out of the corner of my shiny lense… I see someone rushing up to the table. “Pardon me. I left my sunglasses. Oh there they are!”My gal has come for me! Yesss!! Not lost, but found. Off to new and exciting adventures, we are! What a close call. Saved from The Lost And Found Drawer.The End.

If Sunglasses Could Talk

Catherine  Howell

Joined February 2008

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Another story that brings the inanimate to life. I hope you like it.

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