The Sunday Whirl


My eyes started to blink wildly as years of no light rejected the tiny sample. The doctor said the secret was to tap into my mind and train my new vision a bit at a time. Left alone in a world of darkness, I could only feel the heat of the sun on the window glass, failing to paint a picture of it. Now I am meeting it full force. My eyes tear as I am lost for words at this sight.


4 thoughts on “The Sunday Whirl

  1. When I read your piece I thought “Oh no. Imust have used the wrong wordle prompt as these can’t possibly be the same words I used, but looking at my blog I see they are the same words. Amazing what different results can be achieved using the same starting words. Well done.

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