Ermilia’s Picture it & Write.

The creases on my brow developed creases as I squinted at the picture. Of all the days to break my spectacles, why did it have to be this one? I could see a brown plane at the bottom and a grayish one above, a few dark spots or maybe smudges somewhere in-between, but there wasn’t much to go on from there. My head had begun to throb from hours of brooding over this optical illusion, but I still couldn’t come up with a befitting story.  Ironically, staying pensive for that long had put me in a haze. Perhaps it was time to give up and tell Ermilia I couldn’t come up with anything for this week’s Picture It & Write…  or I could just blabber on about a blur.