As promised on Sunday's I will be sharing a short story snippet from my story Dragon-Bound. I'm very excited to share this with you and I hope you all enjoy! Please comment below if you enjoyed!
I felt the cool breeze against my face and I knew that I should head inside. I slowly gathered my sewing and began the short walk home. The sun would be setting and it was almost time for dinner.
I tripped over a tree root and fell probably getting dirt all over my dress.
“Are you alright Erin?” questioned my neighbor.
“Yes,” I growled. “Getting back to my feet and brushing the dirt off of my dress.” I continued walking being more careful this time.
Everyone thought that I was helpless. Being blind didn’t make me helpless I wish I could shout that to the world sometimes.
I had let the frustration bubble inside me for years. I knew that God had a plan for everything in my life even my being blind, but I felt helpless. Even my own mother sent me outside every day to sew saying that I needed the fresh air, but I knew that she just wanted me out of the way.
Everyday children and adults passed by me and I could hear them whispering about poor blind Erin Clapton.
I wished that the world could know that I hadn’t tried to be blind. All I want is to be like everyone else. I couldn’t even go to school like my best and only friend, Hazel.
Just thinking about Hazel put a smile on my face. She is the only one who understands me. She understands what it’s like to be stared at all the time. She was born with one leg shorter than the other so she limps. Hazel always has a smile on her face. She is my eyes. She tells me about everything she sees. When we walk Hazel holds my hand and keeps me from stumbling.
I almost tripped over my own front step, but I caught myself. I slowly opened the door and like every other day I was almost knocked over by my six year old sister Elaina.
“Elaina!” scolded my older sister Elise who at eighteen, was only three years older than me. “How many times do I have to tell you to be careful you could hurt Erin.”
My baby brother Elliot began to cry and Elise quickly forgot about Elaina and began to rock Elliot in her arms.
“Hello Erin,” yelled Mother from the other side of the room. “Eric!” she called to my ten year old brother who was up in the loft, “I have already called you three times for supper! If you don’t come down now you will have no supper at all!”
I sat down at the table and five seconds later I could feel the air as Eric rushed down the stairs and sat down beside me.
Mother opened her mouth to scold Eric, but before she could the door opened and Father walked in.
Elaina ran to give him a hug and we all greeted him.
Father sat down just as mother put the last platter of food on the table. It smelled fantastic! I could smell potatoes meat and fresh cooked vegetables.
“Let’s pray,” said Father softly as he folded his hands. “Father, thank you for all that you have given to us, and please bless my wonderful family and thank you for providing us with this wonderful food. Amen.”
“Amen,” I echoed softly.