Today's OneWord: Blurry

"My eyesight's been blurrier lately," mumbled Shay, taking off her glassed and vigorously rubbing her brow in exasperation. "The optometrist doesn't know what to make of it. There's no retinal detachment, no cataracts, no glaucoma, nothing. My eyes are beautifully healthy. But my vision's worse."

I reached across the table and squeezed Shay's extended hand. "If you need anything," I whispered to her, "tell me. Even if it's a white cane."

Sneering, Shay stretched out a free finger and jabbed me in the chin. "Bitch."