Friday Fiction - "Seeing With the Heart"



This is a Faithwriters Challenge entry that I wrote last quarter. It was fun to think of how a blind person would describe colors. For more great stories, bounce over to Sara Harricharan's Fiction Fusion today.



"Seeing With the Heart"



Reporter:
Winifred, it’s a privilege to talk with you today. Could you give our readers an insight into how it feels to be blind from birth? How have you coped with your handicap?

Winifred:
I don’t think of it as a handicap. Everyone has a weakness. Mine just happens to be my sight. I have other strengths that I couldn’t have lived eighty-six years without.

Reporter:
What kind of strengths?

Winifred:
Oh, I can hear and identify many smells and sounds that most seeing people don’t notice- such as: I smell sour milk on you, so I assume you probably have a young child.

Reporter:
(laughs) You’re right! My son spit up on me just before I left the house. I thought I washed it all off my shoulder. What else do you sense?

Winifred:
You are wearing heels—not appropriate shoes for a clear day like today.

Reporter:
Right again! Although, it’s rather cloudy today, not clear.

Winifred:
I meant it was clear like ice or cold glass.

Reporter:
Oh! I never thought of it like that! You can’t see the sky or colors, so do you describe things by how they feel?

Winifred:
People tell me that things are red or blue or green, so colors have meaning to me. Green is like a needle, and red is like maple syrup.

Reporter:
Wait a minute! Maple syrup isn’t red.

Winifred:
It is to me. I associate something sweet with apples or cherries, with peppermint sticks...or maple syrup.

Reporter:
Oh! Okay, I understand. So, why is a needle green?

Winifred:
It pricks me like roses and Christmas trees.

Reporter:
Interesting! What does blue mean to you?

Winifred:
Blue is warm, and the sun is black.

Reporter:
(shaking head) You’ve lost me there. Why is the sun black and blue?

Winifred:
(smiles) No, a summer day is blue, and the sun is black. When people say the sky is blue, my skin is warm, but the sun must be very hot to make everything warm. So, it is black like the stove and burning coals.

Reporter:
That makes sense! What about white?

Winifred:
White is one of my favorite colors. It is soft like my kitten and sheep’s wool and snow and moss. (touching reporter’s sleeve) Your coat is white.

Reporter:
(laughs) Actually, it’s black, but I never thought of how many white things are soft and fluffy.

Winifred:
Does your coat make you hot?

Reporter:
It’s making me hot in this room.

Winifred:
Then it IS black!

Reporter:
Tell me about other colors.

Winifred:
(leaning back her head to think) Yellow is sour like pickles and lemons and grapes.

Reporter:
Yes, that one I can easily understand. What about purple?

Winifred:
Purple? Purple is wet. When I brush my cheeks against purple lilacs, I get all wet. Walking barefoot in the grass gets my toes all purple. My kitty’s fur turns purple when she’s been outside on a snowy day.

Reporter:
Here’s a hard one—pink!

Winifred:
(giggle) Pink is gooey, like gum and taffy and pine tree sap and melting wax.

Reporter:
I love it!

Winifred:
Emotions have colors, too. Anger is orange like a fire, but sometimes it is green when its words sting. Stubbornness is silver like a cold, hard metal. Happiness is purple-y refreshing, but joy is fuzzy white.

Reporter:
You are a wise woman, Winifred. What color is love?

Winifred:
(smiles) Love is beautiful. Love is brown.

Reporter:
Brown? Not red or pink?

Winifred:
Why should it be red or pink? Those are nice, but brown is the color of love—of fresh bread or warm milk, of packages in the mail or swept floors or a ticking clock, of my father’s arms and hugs and kisses. Brown is the color of home.

Reporter:
Thank you, Winifred. It’s been a wonderful experience seeing the world of color through your eyes.
~ ~ ~
“The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt within the heart.” Helen Keller


9 comments:

Anonymous said...

This is a beautifully crafted story! Thanks Vonnie.
Sunny

Sherri Ward said...

Unique and well done! I didn't really understand my sons' color blindness until one of them told me my coffee with cream was 'green'. ooo yuk.

Sara Harricharan @ Fiction Fusion said...

Ahh, I like Winifred! I especially like the way she ran through all the different colors. Nicely done, Vonnie! ^_^

Lynda S. said...

Oh yes, I remember this one. Well done.

Catrina Bradley... said...

I never would have thought of some of those color connections, but they all make perfect sense. A great imagination and insightful senses were at work here.

BethL said...

Vonnie, this is one of my favorites! I love your creative use of color in this!

Diana said...

Jumping back over from Lynette's "Getting to Know You" so I can read more of what you've written today!

Isn't it amazing how each person, no matter what their "strengths" or "weaknesses," interprets the world around them compared to another individual. None of us is the same as another, yet we're all in this world together, living the same things. Interesting.

Great stuff, Vonnie!

Yvonne said...

Thanks for all the encouraging comments!

Diane, thanks for coming back.

Sara x said...

This is wonderful, a lovely way to experience colours rather than just see them.

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