Thanks to a migraine I have had to rush this a little. Viewing the image on my phone I thought it was something completely different though I hope it still relates to the image. If you want to take part the image is at Madison Wood’s blog. Write 100 and post it back as a comment on her story.
When I was twelve years old my eye sight disappeared. It didn’t happen overnight, from the age of ten all colours started to drain away then slowly the world became cocooned in tunnel vision. By the time I turned eleven the comforting faces of my parents were alien outlines surrounded in dim light.
For years I mourned for the vision that I lost. Accepting my new life was never easy and there were many nights I suffered heartache knowing that I would never be able to look into my wife’s eyes or see whether my son had inherited my large forehead.
Twenty years on I am lying in bed, listening to the bleeping machines and dizzy from the smell of antiseptic. I slowly open my eyes and there it is, a small ball of light, breaking through the darkness.