Clarity of Vision

Clarity of Vision

“Go long!”

Clark took off running. The ball seemed to float, rotating against the sky. Clark stretched and felt the ball slide into his waiting hands.

He never saw the defensive back come in for the tackle.

“Beep, click, beep.” Clark slowly became aware of the sound.

What’s that? he drowsily thought. He became aware that he was lying in a bed.

He cracked his eyes open and saw that he was in a strange room. No, I’m in a hospital room! A sudden rush of adrenaline brought him out of his stupor.

Moving, he felt a stab of pain from his side. Oh crap. Probably some broken ribs flitted across his mind as he realized what must have happened.

“Welcome back! You took quite a hit.” It was his father’s deep baritone.

“Did I make the catch?”

The low rumbling chuckle of his father was answer enough. He managed a crooked smile in return.

“Aren’t you a feast for sore eyes!” Turning his head, he saw his mother’s worried face.

“I’m fine, Mom. Just sore.”

His vision seemed odd, almost like there were shadows around everything. He saw on the bedside someone has placed a vase of flowers. By focusing, he thought he could see through it. That’s strange.

Turning his head, he looked at the door. With a little concentration, he thought I can see through it! Holy crap!

Someone was approaching it. The door opened and an attractive nurse came in.

With a slight wrinkle in his brow, he concentrated and was rewarded with a image of her standing there in her panties and bra. Concentrating harder, he saw her totally naked … She has a nipple ring! I can’t be imagining this.

“You’re looking good,” she said cheerfully.

“You’ve no idea,” he said through his grin.

Notes

Word Count: 300 .

An entry for August 11 "Daily Flash Fiction Challenge"  [13+]
Prompt: Write a story that includes the words: feast, ring, vase

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Ken