Running Blind

Corbin opened his eyes or at least intended to but once more was reminded they were already open.  His eyes didn’t work anymore.  Corbin had wanted to see a ghost of his family and he’d actually done it but there had been the cost of his eyesight for it.  Talking to a frog-ghost-wolf had been cool but it wasn’t worth being blind.
 
The first day all he could focus on was what no longer worked but he was struggling at learning the world without his eyes.  The pup was learning the true abilities of his nose and his ears were hearing a great deal more that he wasn’t paying attention to his eyes.  The wooly fuzz of his sheep was brushed up against his side ever so slightly.  Dad was near though it was hard to say how near.  He could smell dad but he’d been around him so often the fresh scent of dad next to him versus out-of-sight range was another matter.

“Stepping forward the boy sniffed the ground, feeling the grass under his paws.”He was going to have fun today one way or another.  Fear still pestered him whenever he started walking about without his eyes to warn him of what was ahead but he was stubbornly ignoring the fear.  “Hey Rocky, c’mon!” This time let out in a holler of stubbornness as he broke into a run.  He was pretty sure it was empty in front of him for a while if not he’d have to go with trust in Rocky or dad being about to save him.  Even blind though, he wanted to run, an energetic child can only remain still so long.

"Corbin"