Short Story: Washing Linda

Bart was blind in one eye. He wore a patch over it; figuring most would get the hint. At six foot five, he was tall by anyone’s standards, and well built, athletic. Bart had lost the use of his left eye when he was sixteen. He could have been school pole-vaulting champion, but instead, he was twenty-two, half-sighted and pissed off! The world owed Bart …