Creative Colours

Written in response to https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2023/03/02/reenas-xploration-challenge

Another way, having to live in a world where the colour bleached slowly in front of my eyes. One day, having beauty in glorious hues, the next. Every day different. Patches of grey, like little flies I couldn’t get rid of. The next, larger, my peripheral vision without substance.

It was like newspaper being turned into paper Mache. Pulled into a ball so tight, I couldn’t unravel the sense of it. Now, in the middle of the woodlands, all that was left was the sounds of the woodland.

Another day, I knelt down, the dry leaves crumbling though my fingers.

I called his name. ‘Merlin!, here boy.’

Without hesitation my guide dog was by my side. He deserved his freedom, because he always gave me mine. I could continue being a reporter, able to go into dangerous situations, without fear of reprisal. Trust, in those…