One of Many

Time for another entry in Friday Fictioneers challenge, courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. If you want to give it a try, check the info on her blog. 100 words more or less, inspired by a photo, here we go….


 Copyright - Ted Strutz

I see it now as I’ve seen it before…the same old canvas painted with the colors of my life, memories that speak the tale of something that is gone.

As I fade away, I still search for that hidden quantum of reprieve, wondering if the sounds will ever be enough to fill my world of shadows.

It is lost to me, all that I could once see. My perpetual darkness holds the secrets of some other times…days and nights when my hands brought to life what my eyes saw.

Oh, how I wish to see it once more.


29 thoughts on “One of Many

  1. Such a sad story. But the loss of one sense often can enhance others, through going in close and touching, or through hearing nuances that weren’t heard before. Let’s hope the narrator can find solace in this, regardless of literal or figurative loss of sight.

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