It’s a Blur

The email was a blur. She blinked several times in a effort to focus her eyes. She took her glasses off and looked at them to be sure they were the right glasses. Yes. She put the glasses back on and peered at the screen. Still a blur. She walked to the window and looked out. Yes, she could see out the window. In the kitchen, she tried reading the stuff stuck to the frig. Yes, she could read that. It was a sign, an omen. She was not supposed to go near the computer today.

Please leave a comment with your first 50 words on the topic “it’s a blur.”


Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

4 thoughts on “It’s a Blur”

  1. There are pictures to prove it. But it’s all a blur, like photographing autumn trees from a moving car. College. Career. Family. Getting the kid to school to get to work. Getting to the tarmac to hail the hero. Getting the husband out of the service. Getting the kid to college. Getting to begin again.

  2. She looked out the window of the cab. Everything was a blur. The car stopped at the red light. She could make out that it was red, but why was it all fuzzy like that? There was no sleet, no fog. She could barely make out the words ¨Restaurant¨ because the blinking blue lights all seemed to mix together. This was the last time she would try to be cool and hang out with the party crowd. Her body was just not constituted to consume alcool.

  3. Kids in navy blue skirts and white blouses were a blur. The tree trunks were a hazy brown and the moving hands of the windshield wiper were of no use. The headlamps had added a suffused orangish glow to the haze.How could she possibly drop the kids to school in such pathetic weather? But she knew, kids would love every minute of it. Scribbling on foggy windowpanes,blowing smoky fogs for breaths, lining up for hot tea and blowing on numb fingers. She knew it because she had done it all.

  4. The car accident had kept Liev in the hospital for over two months. After the two weeks spent in the ICU, he was discharged to a step-down unit where intense physical therapy was performed on a daily basis. The process was slow and painful at times. His memory had also been affected, and when asked about the details that led to the accident on that stormy night, he always emitted the same answer, “It’s a blur…”, and his gaze wandered aimlessly. Luckily, he was able to recover physically, but the passage of time would eventually reveal the sequelae of the head trauma.

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