The Optometrist

I’d seen the sign taken down and gotten worried.  When I went inside, my fears were confirmed: The Doctor was packing up his machines. 

“You can’t possibly be going out of business!” I exclaimed, ignoring the sobbing from the back.  “You’re one of the best eye doctors in the country.  Possibly in all the world.”

“That was the problem,” he said, closing the case with a snap.  “Too good.”

In the back, the sobbing turned briefly to screams.  “I can see everything!” the poor wretch shouted.  “Oh, God, the emptiness, the dark between the stars...  Those eyes!  Those terrible eyes!”