Chapter 8
by 
Katnaace
Grab the glasses or watch this play out?
Grab the glasses
Throwing caution to the wind, Ash scrambled over and grabbed the glasses.
"Phew." the future elderly woman whispered and focused back on his target. Finding the woman to be gone now, it was perhaps for the best. "At least I got the glasses."
Breathing a sigh of relief, he held them up in the light. Very much the sort of model that would propel him further in his quest, it worked out.
Yet as he held them up, a part of him wanted to put them on now. While no doubt a bad idea in every sense of the word, something about it called out to the future elderly woman - a necessary step to reach the point that he wanted to get too.
At the same time, waiting until he got home would prevent any potential falls he might have as a result of his reduced vision. Decisions, decisions...
