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At birth, even my parents were repulsed on seeing my eyes. Too bright the sun in day, I preferred night or the shade of sunglasses.

I often sat alone.

Curiosity, revulsion, and shock greeted me daily.

“Freak!”

“Monster!”

“Vampire!”

I’ve heard them all.

I see the world as it is, unhidden by civilisation’s façade. I see their doubts and fears, sense their longings, and feel their darkest thoughts. They’re blind to most I perceive, all except for one.

Jason arrived, placing his arm around me, “Morning, Sammy.”

Jason, so pure a light in an often dark world, he sees ME.

The prompt photo used on Centus.

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Winter gave way to spring, spring to summer and summer to autumn. Each phase added its own page to my life’s story and my quest to make a difference in the lives of others.

I walked the path of life and felt the cool of winter, saw the spring’s colours and experienced the warmth of summer. I heard the sound of autumn leaves crunching under my boots.

My life’s autumn was a time of reflection. There were many memories I held close to my heart. They reminded me of the joys and tribulations.

The leaves crunched under my boots until they didn’t.

My epitaph read, “He made a difference.”

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The summer leaves had gone, replaced by the gold, yellow and brown of autumn. Mabel and her lifelong love, William, sat hand in hand enjoying the warming sun.

“How beautifully leaves grow old,” William suggested.

Mabel said contentedly, “Autumn is my favourite time of the year. The heat of summer gives way to cooler times.”

William gave one of those cheeky grins she had loved from their first meeting, “Not because we’re also in the autumn of our lives?”

“If only I were as beautiful as the autumn leaves,” Mabel sighed.

William held her closer, “You’ll always be more beautiful than all the seasons’ colours.”

Graphic accompanying the Centus pompt.

The old ones taught us, “Sometimes you bend. Sometimes you break.”

We didn’t understand the meaning of these words when young. We thought bending or breaking might hurt.

Our tribe lived by rules. They guided us and protected our ways. We thought they couldn’t be broken. Experience taught us the true meaning of the old ones’ words.

When times grew hard, we bent the rules and hunted beyond our lands. When need arose, we broke our rules and added new.

When survival in a harsh world challenges, it’s better to bend or break tradition than perish. We must be willing to adapt in order to survive.

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The meaning lost in the hypnotic trance invoked by the monotone, the class, transfixed, listened to the sound of the speaker, “Blah, blah, blah.”

Talia’s mind wandered to other worlds, worlds where fairies flitted through the sky, where giants and ogres were friendly and where worries disappeared. Feeling the warmth of her world, she unfurled her wings and lifted into the sky to join the other fairies. Together they painted rainbows in the sky and caused the gentle breeze to caress the flowered field.

“Talia, stop daydreaming!”

Shaken from her world, she again heard, “Blah, blah, blah…”

A tear trickled down her cheek.

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