Friday Fictioneers: True Sight

So many of us go through life not really realizing what we have. We see things, but we don’t really see anything. We can take in colors and shapes and pictures, but we’re blind to the meaning and emotions behind what we take in. I, unfortunately, fall into this category, but do make an effort to, over time, correct this issue. Maybe that’s why it has always fascinated me when others are gifted with sight that few others can truly claim. With that in mind, I hope you “see” something good in my Friday Fictioneer story for this week!

FF 14

 

True Sight

From the moment I was born, I was blind. Real blind. Total darkness blind.

I also had the luck of being born into a family of yard-salers. The people who drive for miles to dig through other people’s old junk. As a little kid, my dad described to me all the interesting items for sale. As I got older, I wanted to touch. And that’s when I saw it…

Family…

Friends…

Love…

Loss…

History…

It was as if an antique light had gone on in my head. I could not see, but I had gained sight of a different kind.