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The old man was having trouble seeing as he aged. What he once took for granted he now had to concentrate on to see if it was real or not.
His mind played tricks on him, and the constant fog in his brain wasn’t helping. One of the things he was convinced was happening was his life was now of a sameness that there seemed little if any prospect of it changing. His downward spiral had started, and it was a matter of time.
He had decided it was best to accept the changes happening to him and not fight, but rather to enjoy what time he had. One day he met the Princess Irene, and she set that notion in turmoil.
Irene wasn’t really a Princess but, in his experience, she wasn’t far off it. She displayed an interest in him, and they began to spend time walking, eating and chatting about their lives, which in itself was a considerable conversation.
The old man felt life awaken within him, what he thought of as long dead found a new lease on life, and that thrilled him. He knew he was seeing again.
Morpethroad 
Hope is helpful to sustain us. Always a pleasure to read such a wide variety of stories from you. I don’t participate in all the writing prompts but will drop by to see what others have written.
Thanks so much for your encouraging comment. You are always welcome to stop by.
What a hopeful story. Great take on the prompt.
Thanks so much Jo.