I was but a child the last time I last gazed into the sun’s hot, yellow flame. My young eyes stung. I screamed. After that moment there followed darkness, and my mother’s tears.
Since then the world has been the pictures I build within my own mind. The senses of touch, smell and sound growing stronger to replace the kin which was lost. Some say I can see more than those with sight. But I can’t do it alone.
My Jemma may never speak – but she is always listening; always watching; always ready.
She truly is this man’s best friend.
These words form my entry into Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge.
[This is a new story, not a re-publication of an old one]
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It’s difficult to imagine the world without seeing it. But when there’s a companion who’s always ready, it makes it slightly easier I guess.
Jemma is a guide dog, I assume. Nice one.
Yeh, tried not to make it too obvious, but hopefully at the same time not too cryptic 🙂
Yes I can see chiaroscuro in the photo.. and when the blinds go down, it’s all shadow… a guide-dog would actually be the best of friends.
I live in a small town so most everyone knows or knows of everyone else. There is a man in our town, only slightly older than me who has gone blind. It took some years before he was completely blind but he is there now. His dog is loved by everyone and when on duty is stalwart but the moment he is released from said duty the children begin to giggle as he loves to play with them. It’s quite amazing.
I sense a reminder of Hiroshima? Tenderly written, and good for Jemma.
Very sweet. Those dogs are incredible.
Brings new meaning to “blinded by the light…”
Beautifully Written
Neat tale, but ADumbElephantCant suss the link to the photo!
Blinds…lol.
Delightfully different take on the prompt.
A touching story, and a good plug for guide dogs, who, along with other therapy dogs, can be truly life saving.