Genevieve G

Don’t believe them when they say that I killed her. I didn’t, I promise you that I haven’t.

“Five, six, seven, eight. Right foot, forwards. Left foot, backwards and turn two, three, four”

When I think of my hometown I am reminded of my childhood. Of joyful Thanksgivings in the autumn, with turkeys the size of footballs, crisp leaves that crinkle under your feet, and mountains of sweets that I hide after Halloween.

Okay so, I’m blind and that’s pretty fantastic you know, living life, reading braille. I mean, in general, all of my senses are pretty awful – but thank God, I’m not deaf, that’d be the worst. Anyway, I’ve got a joke for you – a man walked into a bar, ouch. I could be a comedian.