Blind Perspective

Rochelle’s selection for the Friday Fictioneer’s prompt is a colourful picture by Na’ama Yehuda. The flowers remind me that spring is here, although the winter chill occasionally blows down the street to ensure I never forget my coat.

A beautiful and colourful garden can brighten our mood. Especially for us, who can see and appreciate the various flowers.

There is a small garden nearby designed and planted with plants, giving off powerful scents to stimulate our sense of smell. I have taken my inspiration this week from the idea of flower scents.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehuda

Blind Perspective

Come on Dad. My daughter, Tilly, griped my hand and pulled me around the garden.
Listen. She turned towards the sound. It’s a bumble bee. The honey-bee’s hum is softer.
Smell the tulips. That means it is May because I can’t smell the daffodils anymore. 
Mind the steps, she tapped them with her stick.
Can you hear the bluebells? She reached for the flowers and took a deep breath.
Beautiful.

Tilly is a wonderful woman; On Sundays, we meet in the gardens.
Her Labrador leads her around the flower beds, where she touches the flowers and breathes the air.
Beautiful.

Blind Faith

 

Rochelle Wisoff-Fields – Friday Fictioneers

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll 

Chantal was five today, and we played her favourite game.
When she was three someone asked why she didn’t wear a blindfold like everyone else.
‘If the other children wear blindfolds, then I want one too,’ she declared.
I smiled, she needed to be like everyone else, inclusive, and fair.
It was as if she had a sixth sense and pinned the tail on the rear rump of the donkey accurately. How does she do it?
‘I just imagine what you describe. Am I right?’ she said.
Next week her Labrador arrives, and we’ll watch them walk in the park.