He pinched and pulled the bottom lid away from his eye. Thin, red veins. Tears pooled and dripped to his fingernail. Then, he found it, the offending lash, tucked in the corner. He looked up, blinking. Looking down, lids shut tight, his eye, throbbing dully as he moved it in small circles, hoping to knock it free.
The tip of the lash peeked up, just far enough to wipe it out and down the bridge of his nose. He blew it from his fingertip.Then drew the skin under his bloodshot eye taut, wondering where all these wrinkles suddenly appeared from.