Drake Myers
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Just a guy who works his 9 to 5, takes care of his family, and tries his best to make it through life.
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The scar
He ran his fingers through his grey beard as he released a long-drawn sigh and opened his eyes to reveal the milky white pigment they held. The little girl speaking with him let out a slight gasp of shock that quickly turned to an obvious fascination with her subsequent exhale. The man let out a chuckle before he removed his hand from his beard, raised the sunglasses in question, and answered “That, that is why I am wearing these sunglasses indoors little lady.” He paused to give her a moment to absorb the information before he continued, “You see, I am blind. My vision failed me quite some years ago...a little too late if you ask me but that is up for debate.” His voice was gravely, deep, and felt as though it was housing some great pain, which of course it was. “Now, do you have any other questions you’d like to ask me? And before you do, know there is no great story on how I became blind. It just happened over time until one day, I couldn’t see anymore.” He replaced the glasses onto his face before reaching into the breast pocket of his tattered flannel shirt and removing a pack of cigarettes as well as a book of matches.
By Drake Myers5 years ago in Fiction
Run
Patrick stares into his coffee cup, watching the black liquid sit in utter stillness. His eyes are red and sagging with black bags as he raises his gaze to see the waitress standing before him. Her mouth seems to be moving but for a moment he can't hear her past a sharp ringing that fills his ears. Almost in an instant, the ringing stops as she says “So, whatcha thank?” Her southern twang is a refreshing reminder of his distance from home, well, whatever you’d call the place he left behind but it doesn’t change the fact that Patrick has no clue what she just said.
By Drake Myers5 years ago in Horror
