Red Glasses Club
"Those are weird," a little boy told her on the bus, kicking the back of her seat.
"No, they're not," Ruby frowned, and turned to the front. "Stop doing that."
The little boy gave it one last kick, just to show her who's boss.
Ruby grunted but was in no mood to pick a fight, not with a six-year-old anyhow. She pulled her red glasses off of her face and slid them on the neckhole of her t-shirt. She never carried a case with her, she always forgot to get one.
The glasses were indeed unusual. She got them from a thrift store at Monastiraki on a whim. She had just been dumped by that moron Alex who never respected her, so she wanted to change something about her. Mean, blood red sunglasses looked like a good deal at the time. She paid seventy euro for them, and they were
