In superhero stories powers are always tremendous and obviously useful. I wondered, how would it feel to have a power which seemed utterly useless, and what if you could not even see its effect? So I wrote a little story, a slice-of-life, about an otherwise ordinary guy, who happens to have just such an ability. It’s called Colourblind.
(Disclaimer: I do not claim to be an expert on colour blindness. I may have gotten some crucial details wrong. Please forgive me if I did and please tell me what I got wrong, so next time I can improve.)
Meditations of Lambchop 