Sam had always enjoyed walking in the dark, secure in her anonymity, with fewer people on the streets for her to avoid. She hated people looking at her, feeling they could somehow see she was stupid and couldn’t read.
Not anymore, she told herself.
Not anymore,This time she was overflowing with confidence. It skyrocketed as she realised she had strategised her route for maximum efficiency, unconsciously calculating times and distances, even taking into account weather conditions like wind velocity and humidity. Also, she was unusually aware of her surroundings.
It was clear to her that the book glasses were responsible for her newfound good fortune and, with every discovery, it was more difficult for her to contemplate doing anything without them.
The following morning, she woke with a
