I carefully step into the house taking a deep breath. I catch a scent that stops me abruptly making me almost knock over the lamp to my right. The door creaks shut as my mind speeds up thinking in overdrive. I smell a perfume that is not mine. My sense of smell has sharpened greatly since I lost my sight.
One day I was driving home from work, and a car went speeding through a red light and hit me. The glass from the windows shattered and went into my eyes, and I have not been able to see since. I was lucky enough to live through it, and for that I am grateful. Luckily, or so I thought at the time, my fiancé, and now husband James was there to help me get through the change. It was not an easy change, and I became depressed for months, but he stood by me the whole time.
My husband was supposed to be working until five, and I was planning to spend the day with my friend Jess until eight, but I came home early due to not feeling well. My stomach had been doing flips, and I wasn’t being much company, so I decided to go home early and get some rest.
It was only a little after two, so no one was supposed to be home. I heard a hushed voice coming from my bedroom.
“What was that?” the feminine voice asked.
“Don’t worry, it’s nothing,” James’ strong voice assured her. I cringed not believing what I heard.
Throw Back Thursday
I wrote this from some kind of writing prompt, I believe around 2008-2009. I need to be better about dating things…