Second Sight

           For me, the worst part of going blind wasn’t losing my sight – it was losing my family. The same traffic accident that left me lying nearly paralyzed in a pool of my own blood mixed with free-flowing gasoline with three lacerations, a punctured lung, and transmission fluid dripping from someplace into my eyes had left me hurt. The last thing I remember seeing was my husband lying beside me torn in three pieces by the wreckage of one of the other vehicles that we had collided with. I could not see them, but I had demanded to know what had become of my twins, and was told they were dead in the backseat. Only my sister had the guts to tell me what I wanted to hear, that one of them had been mangled to the point of near decapitation, and the other would have appeared unhurt if his neck hadn’t snapped.

Worddly Prompt: Nineteen

And just like that, it's time again for another writing prompt!

The nineteenth Worddly writing prompt!

In all the years since going blind, the worst of it was the first 24 hours.

This week's writing prompt was submitted by, Josh Sobek. The next writing prompt will be submitted Thursday, April 21st.

Happy writing!