PHOTO PROMPT © Shaktiki Sharma
I squint my eyes, but the image is no clearer. Cursing, I struggle to read the label, but there is nobody to help. I hurl the bottle, frustrated, then admonish myself for the mess I will have to try to clear up.
“Count yourself lucky,” they said and I suppose I am. Nevertheless, the inability to see clearly, bothers me more than I can describe.
All because a selfish bastard drank alcohol and chose to drive home.
As well as my sight, the accident deprived me of my confidence and independence.
It dispossessed me of my husband too.
Word Count: 100
Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.