His World

The First Thing
 
Write out a person’s day in terms of the first things he or she does. An example is provided below:
The first thing she did each day was stretch her toes over the edge of her mattress. 
The first thing she saw was her reflection in the pink vanity she’d gotten when her career aspiration was “princess.”
The first thing she ate each morning was an English muffin, pooled with melted butter.
The first thing she put on was her silver locket.

The first thing he did on waking up was to give that baby dinosaur screech-grunt, stretching as if to make his 6’ 6’1”.

The first thing he wore was his gleaming wristwatch, a reminder of paternity and duty.

The first thing he did after leaving his room was to wake his kindergartner up with a kiss on the forehead, reminding him of happiness.

The first thing he ate was a bowl of Lucky Charms, an unshakable habit since age six.

The first thing he saw when he left the house was the world; and when he came home: his world.

Link to my story on Figment:

http://figment.com/books/647890-His-World

Petals of Intensity

Daily Prompt: Dulled

You encounter a mysterious man offering you a magic potion that, once sipped, will make one of your senses (sight, hearing, taste, smell, touch) super sharp — but dull the others. Will you sip it, and if so, what sense do you choose?

“Yes! Sight,” I replied without thinking, and before I could look away I suddenly saw him illuminated, bathed in an aura of petals of purple and gold at the fringes and, as I went deeper, colors I couldn’t explain, colors which were not so much colors as…feelings. I could suddenly see him with absolute clarity. But that didn’t quite cover it. I normally saw at people, if that made sense. But now…now I really saw him – saw his thoughts, his feelings, the very intensity and progression of his feelings.

It didn’t quite matter that I had to lean in a little to hear what he said next; it didn’t matter when our parting handshake felt like we were clasping each others’ hands through thick woolen mittens; didn’t quite matter when the coffee I drank fifteen minutes later felt like thick water running down my throat. I could finally see.

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