‘I swear, I can see without them,’ Timmy groaned as his exasperated mother dragged him along the beach.
‘Well, the doctor said you can’t,’ she grumbled, stopping at the spot in the sand where they’d been camped out only a few minutes before.
At least… she thought it was where they’d been camped out?
‘Does this look right to you?’ she asked Timmy.
‘Uh,’ he squinted. ‘Yes?’
‘Why did I bother,’ she rolled her eyes, dropping down to her knees and examining the sand closely. ‘You didn’t lose them in the ocean, did you?’
‘No, I took them off before then.’
‘Good,’ she sighed, with the relief of a woman who’d lost glasses in the water before.
‘Seriously, mum, it doesn’t matter, I’ll just—’
‘If you finish that sentence with “get new ones”, I’m gonna make you walk home.’
Timmy grinned, as innocently as his boyish face could muster. His mother narrowed her eyes at him, then turned back to the search.
‘How expensive can a decent children’s optometrist even be,’ Timmy muttered to himself, kicking at a dune. ‘It’s less work than a regular optometrist!’
‘Working with children isn’t less work, that’s for sure,’ his mum muttered to herself.
Her head snapped around as she saw something glint in the sand. Eyes locked, she leant forward and brushed the grit away, revealing a pair of bright-orange glasses with flowers along the stems.
‘Great,’ Timmy sighed.
‘You’ve dodged a trip to a Bayside optometry clinic thanks to me,’ his mum said with a grin, tossing him the glasses.
‘Thanks, mum,’ he said with a strained grin. ‘I appreciate it.’
‘They were buried pretty deep there, kiddo,’ she said, still on her knees in front of him. ‘Almost like it wasn’t an accident?’
He didn’t meet her eyes. She let out a deep sigh and leaned in close.
‘Is it the flowers?’ she whispered.
‘Obviously, it’s the flowers,’ he said, grumpily.
‘Fair enough… maybe we need to take a trip to that optometrist after all.’