The day is a pleasant one, alive with the coming of spring. The perfection of the day is like nothing I've ever experienced before. I close my eyes and rest my head against the back of a wall. I soak in the warmth of the sun, the shining rays warming my skin. The cool breeze blissfully makes it way across my hair, making me feel at peace. The beautiful smells of spring drift their way into my nose, and the wet and slippery dew tickles my bare feet. I can sense all this through the curtain of black in front of my eyelids. As I open my eyes, yearning to see the bright pink blooms, the curtain remains there. I blink, I turn around, I look, yet I know I see nothing. I am blind in both of my eyes. My name is Kinza, and this is my story.
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Curtains of Darkness
Short StorySixteen year-old Kinza finds out that she's going blind. But how will she come to accept herself? This story was submitted in the MIST Atlanta 2016 Competition, and now holds the 1st place position.
