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Once upon a time, Lisa and Adrienne worked for the same alternative newsweekly. Now, both spend their respective lives mining their creative souls and leading hermit-like lives. And so an idea was hatched. Every week, one would send the other a sketch—either in illustration or word form—and the other would make a companion to the sketch. The result would be posted on both their blogs every week, just for grins. Even if the result isn't award-worthy, the exercise makes both minds more nimble. Hopefully.


My new contact lenses make certain shades of red vibrate in new and freaky ways. Additionally, they make it hard to focus on objects in the middle distance. Very far away and very close are very clear. Reading, sadly, still gives me a headache unless I wear my glasses. 

What my new contacts can’t do is a much longer list. They can’t help me see into the ultraviolet. Nor can I see into clearly into the past or the future. Nor can I read your thoughts, beyond what’s most obvious. My new contacts do not give me xray vision, which might be for the best.

So if you want to sneak up on me, wear any color but red and attack from 10 feet away. 

You’re welcome.


Text ©Adrienne Martini; illustration ©Lisa Horstman. Until the end of time. Or something.


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