“What’s wrong with my eye?,” Monique asked herself this morning. She looked in the mirror and saw a kind of gunk on the sclera. In the sclera many traces of blood. She went to the hospital. “You probably have an allergic reaction,” said the ophthalmologist. Reassured, she directed prescribed drops in her eyes.
William the painter stood on the stepladder in the open door this morning. The rhythm of the ladder echoes the stained glass windows and the tiles on the right wall. Even the frame of the door joins in the game of the rectangles.