Stories of the Unpredicted

By Emma Tucker

Stories of the unpredicted- is a unique collection of short stories. With works on science fiction, where new eyes are created for the blind. Or mental illnesses is drawn out of a person in an immoral manner in the story – Split.
The collection deals with a teenage pregnancy and the questioning decisions that Macey makes after having a baby with a fleeting crush who she is obsessed with.
Love's unexpected Destiny- tells the story of a man and woman who knew each other in a past life when she was a rabbit and he was a fox.
With more stories that the ones describe above- this is an eclectic anthology that will leave you pondering many aspects of life. Sit back with a cup of tea and enjoy this unique collection.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Jul 23, 2020
• ISBN: 9781716713668

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Stories of the unpredicted.

A collection of short stories.

Copyright © Emma Tucker 2020

Table of Contents

Eyes that see

Split

The choices that Macey made.

Love’s unexpected destiny.

Changes.

Never forgotten

Eyes that see

M

y mother holds my hand as the surgeon prepares to put me to sleep. I feel myself shaking.’What if it doesn’t work?’ screams my inner voice.

The needle presses against my arm and I’m overwhelmed by the instant sluggish feeling. The surgeon has already told me that they’ll take the sample when I’m fully asleep.

‘I’ll see you when you wake up’, coos my mother.

In dreams, I see images of a girl, how I imagine I am. Hideous, with ratty hair and as I touch my ribs they stick out. I see myself combing my hair, yet it won’t become sleek and tamed. I shout out to her but my voice is silent.

Then I see her walking slowly in her white dress. She looks like a rag doll. She touches me and laughs. Is this what I will see when I am given my vision? Do I want to see myself? I am scared to see the wrecked image of myself. 

‘Things will never be the same’ her voice, my voice.

Is this me? Is this what I’ll see when I come to. I wonder as sluggish dreams of abstract visions try to decipher my fate. 

I am awake yet my new eyes are bandaged up. I hear my mother close by, I know the pattern of her breathing.

‘In just a few days, you’ll see how beautiful you are’, she says.

The days pass and I wait nervously in hospital. My old audiobooks as companions as I prepare for a new world of senses.

‘Open your eyes, Mandy,’ says the doctor when my eyes have healed a week later. 

I’m too scared to do it. I feel my palms sweat.

‘Open your eyes, Mandy,’ my mum says.

I open my eyes and see a woman with black hair and glasses smiling at me. Next to her is a surgeon in a white uniform.

‘I can see’ I gasp. I reach out to touch my mum's arm. She’s wearing a green sweater.

‘The surgery was successful. Your new eyes have taken beautifully’ says the doctor.

‘I want to see myself,’ I say, wondering if I’m as ugly as I imagined.

The surgeon hands me a mirror and I am in shock. I am pale with soft brown eyes that look back at me in disbelief. My hair is long and sleek. My mum always brushes it and puts oil in it at night, yet the dream was so vivid.

‘See Mandy, you’re a pretty girl like I always told you,’ my mum says.

 I feel tears running down my cheek. So, this is the face I’ve always had. I like what I see in the mirror.

‘What happens to my old eyes?’ I ask the doctor.

‘Well, it’s up to you. If you are happy to, we always like to test them for experiments to see what caused the blindness you experienced all your life’

‘Just one thing,’ I say,’Can I see them before you do this’.

 The doctor retrieves my old eyes. They are the same light brown as the ones sitting in my face. These eyes that let me see were taken from their DNA after all, yet it’s weird to see my blind eyes on a silver tray.

‘It’s been a pleasure to give you vision,’ says the doctor, shaking my hand firmly.

 I’m staying in the hospital for another week. Mum visits me each day. The colours hurt my eyes at times yet that’s all normal. I play my audiobooks for the comfort of the world I’ve always known.

I am in awe of the golden yellow angel that is my guide dog. Seeing Sandy in all her glory is yet another reminder of how my life has