“I sit alone in the dark. I hear voices around me. Sounds of movement. Sounds of life. I reach out. I can feel the smoothness. A plate. A meal.
Smells waft by my nose. Aromas of chicken. Sweet smells of pudding. Smells of life. What color is the food? Is the sun shining in? Are the faces around me young or old? So many questions. Questions I can’t answer. I can never answer. For I am blind, Have been blind for years.”
The anguish my mother faced For most of her life. Her sight stolen from her At a young age.
Loss of sight. Loss of colors. Loss of faces. Loss of memories.
DARKNESS IS YOUR ONLY FRIEND A room full of books. You can feel them with your fingertips. But you can’t see a single word. Your senses are sensitized. Every single noise is amplified. But you can’t see light. Or colors. You are blind. In a world full of color. Your fingertips lead you. Your senses guide you. Darkness is your only friend.
FURY Hell. Horror. Fury. Darkness descending.Birds fleeing. Sun shirking its duty. Pellets raining down. Hell. Horror. Fury. The sound of the winds.The sound of the waves. No one can save us. No one can hear us. Hell. Horror. Fury. We are alone. We are lost. The Dead are here. They are here to stay. THE DEAD GAME Kindle http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP Nook http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj