The autumn leaves had changed colour and Debbie hated hearing about it.
Debbie was blind and would never see the beauty everyone else did.
She’d go to the stream and furiously flick pebbles.
“Any harder and the poor stones will cry out for mercy.”
Debbie jumped, lost in thought, she hadn’t heard anyone approaching.
“Go away Danny.”
Danny lived next door and was always teasing her.
She felt him sit down nearby.
“You’re so lucky, you get to experience nature’s real beauty,” he said.
Convinced he was making fun of her, she started to respond indignantly but he interrupted.
“We just see, but don’t really feel..or hear…not like you do. I bet you can describe the gurgling stream and the chirping birds better than me.”
Hearing the genuineness in his voice, Debbie gulped back tears.
Danny squeezed her hand gently.
“It’s alright Debs, we’ll enjoy this world together, you tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine, deal?”
Listening to the soft ripples of the water and sweets tweets of the birds, Debbie smiled.