The story is in response a rather unique view on this week’s challenge, “The Golden Years”. I feel it does fit in with the perspectives challenge also, good, bad, neutral.. comments are eagerly awaited
It’s all Gold
One look, one syllable was all Mark needed to judge someone. The golden years changed it all; his senses retired with him. He started losing vision; faces were blobs, golden by day and dark by night. Good, bad, ugly was now all in the voice.
Life has its ways, hearing went next. The distinguisher now was touch.. soft was good while harsh not so much. As the touches became lesser, each seemed like an angel’s. To Mark everyone was beautiful, a blob of gold… the golden years, had turned his heart golden.