Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: It's a Colorful World (12/03/09)
-
TITLE: Blinded By Sight | Previous Challenge Entry
By Dena Fellows
12/09/09 -
LEAVE COMMENT ON ARTICLE
SEND A PRIVATE COMMENT
ADD TO MY FAVORITES
“You’re wrong!” Her mother shouted back with tears in her voice. Cecelia had never heard her mothers voice raised so.
This was the first day of Cecelia’s new life, her blind life.
³³³³³ Ten years later
“I’ve been looking all over the school grounds for you.” Peter’s welcoming voice cut through Cecelia’s thoughts. “Graduation will start soon.”
She smiled at how worried Peter always was about her. But she could never be angry with him for it, he was her greatest friend and her only friend with sight.
Not wanting to leave, Cecelia turned her head blindly about her. “Do you wonder at the colors of our world? What God might have been thinking?”
Her question no doubt took Peter by surprise as they often did. His pause was long. “What do you mean colors? You don’t see colors.”
Cecelia laughed lightly. “But I do, there are colors in everything I touch, see, taste. You are a color.”
Peter laughed. “And what color am I?”
She smiled. “You are light blue. Just like the sky you are constant. I don’t need to ask if the sky is still where it has always been because I know it will always be there, so it is with you.”
Cecelia felt Peter shift on the bench next to her. “What color are other people?”
“My Mother is a beautiful light shade of pink. Soft as she is quiet and kind.” She paused, her voice grew quieter. “My father is a deep shade of red. Bold, angry, and in charge of his life.”
Cecelia tipped her head slightly. “Miss Clark, my English teacher, changes colors. Some days she is a sad color of grey so dreary and lifeless. There are other days when she is a deep dark shade of blue the same colors that are in a thunder cloud.
God made us all different colors. It makes sense that he would, for he is the master painter of this life and what painter would only use one color?”
Peter made an inaudible sound. “And what color are you, Celia?”
The girl shook her head. “I have no color. I see myself as simply black and white.”
He sighed. “You see others so clearly and yet you do not see yourself. You are the color of gold, precious and priceless to all that know you.”
They both sat a moment longer in silence, each in their own thoughts. Finally Peter took her and stood.
“You are right. It is a colorful world.”
The opinions expressed by authors may not necessarily reflect the opinion of FaithWriters.com.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be right now. CLICK HERE
JOIN US at FaithWriters for Free. Grow as a Writer and Spread the Gospel.
I'm not sure that the opening vignette was necessary, as it introduced a conflict that wasn't resolved.
I loved the gentle tone of the sweet romance here.