Here’s another snippet from the short story about Barbara and Elmer.
She squeezed her eyes shut to shove away the pain, then carefully patted the ground for her glasses. Unfortunately, they had landed somewhere not within the swoop of her arm. “Fudge!” Without them, she was as blind as a marble statue.
Gingerly, examining every bone to ensure their unbroken state, she pulled herself into a sitting position with her back against the tree. She looked toward the road, but wasn’t even sure that she was looking in the right direction. What was she going to do? Without her glasses she wouldn’t be able to find the two-track, let alone drive home.