OLWG #30- I Have Five Senses; I Need Hundreds More

 This week’s prompts are at the bottom. The story below is just practice for me. Practice makes perfect.

Here’s how to play along, if you are unsure.

It’s almost Christmas. I have most of my preparations done. It’s easy for me this year; Christmas dinner will be spent at Lucy’s. It is difficult choosing her a gift. Lucy, you see, is beautiful, and she’s blind. I could paint her a picture. If I ever become famous it might be worth something someday. Or not.

But she would never see it. Lucy wouldn’t collect art as an investment. She would have it only, if she liked it or if someone she loved liked it.

I could buy her something. Something she needs. She says that she needs a vacuum cleaner and maybe I’ll get her one in the new year, but I won’t give someone I love, a vacuum for Christmas. That would suck.

I could buy her something she wants, but when she talks about what she desires; she speaks of adventures like rock climbing, and motorcycles. She longs for trips up north for the aurora borealis, or to go diving in the Maldives; where the ocean is so clear that the sea bed is visible from your boat when the water is more than one hundred feet deep below.

Rock climbing seems dangerous for a blind girl, likewise motorcycling; I cannot, in good conscious, provide either to her without a lot of preliminary research into the likelihood of her hurting herself; and a thorough understanding of how to avoid injury. I ask her about the Northern Lights and the tropical waters of the Maldives. I question about her reasons for wanting to see them.

“I’ve read about the lights,” she told me, “people have described them to me. I can’t help but feel that if I were actually there; actually beneath them, I would somehow capture the essence of what they are. I would see them with my finger tips, I could smell the ozone, I might hear them flickering in the cold air, and I know that I would savour the taste them on the tip of my tongue; each colour a different flavour. Even if I never actually see them, the effects on my other senses would help me to understand their beauty, the beauty that you would see but I would taste. I think the impact of their majesty would be just as intense for me as it would be for you.

“As for the Maldives,” she goes on, “just think about it for a moment; you or any other normal sighted person can see that deep through the water there, water that is clearer than anywhere else on earth. If you can do that then think what might be possible for me! Perhaps I could see a couple of feet deep into the water there. Perhaps I could catch sight of a fish swimming just below the boat or maybe some algae or plankton floating on the caps of the ocean swells. Do you know how exciting that would be for me? But even more compelling is that it sounds like a wonderful and romantic adventure. It might be that I wouldn’t see a thing but if I was travelling with the right person it would still be worthwhile.”

I bought her a ring and I intend to ask for her hand on Christmas day. Feeling quite confident, I’ve already booked passage for two to Male with follow on travel to Rangali Island. I want her to see a fish. Maybe next year we’ll travel to Alaska, Northern Canada, or Greenland and experience the Northern Lights. I really want to know what they taste like.


This week’s prompts are:

  1. Really? That old?
  2. Was she really invisible?
  3. Just as deadly as it looks

Go ahead and dive in,
Write something
Ready, Set, Go – you have 25 minutes, but if that is not possible, take as long as you need.

Have fun


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