Finding himself busting for the toilet, the blind man strained to picture where he was. The shopping centre was familiar to him, or at least its original layout. The stairs seemed in the same positions, the doorways kept unmoved. What he hadn't accounted for was the disorientation of thoroughfare stalls.
The sign was ten feet from where he stood, but he knew not which direction he faced. The idea was haunting and frightened his disillusioned mind.
He took several steps in some direction he thought to be true. The path was all but innocent. Believing to have found his destination, he unzipped his fly in preparation.
The slurping of food was obvious to this blind man's ears. A woman's voice near him shouted in disapproval.
Shocked at his mistake, he muttered a faint sorry under the woman's shrill.
Zipping up his fly, he shuffled back where he had came, hitting a wall and collapsing. Trapped in a labyrinth of unknown scale, he shivered as if freezing in the wind.
About the Creator
If You Love Me, You'll Do It
I met Jason when I was five years old. I could say that I loved him from the moment I saw him. He was so handsome to me and I felt in awe by his presence. When they introduced him as the new kid in school, I wanted to be his friend right away. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember his smile and how he didn't seem shy. He appeared confident and ready to learn. I waved at him and said "hello," before anyone else could even say a word. He sat next to me, and I asked him if he wanted to be friends. He looked so happy as he said, "Yes!"
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)7 days ago in Fiction
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