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November 10, 2012 by cerealauthors

Blind

By Kenneth Weene

Empty! Some towns are like that – an emptiness in the soul. Standing on the corner

Blind By Kenneth Weene

Douglas, AZ

looking up and down the main drag. Nothing. Up and down the side street. Nothing. Just the oppression of the place, like even the dust had given up.

I walked north. I could have boxed the compass; it wouldn’t have mattered. I walked north and hoped.

Two blocks and he was standing there. Another corner, just as empty, just as lonely, except there he was – his white cane extended into the roadway. Did he think there was somebody around to see it? Somebody who’d have to stop?

Still, there he was, cane extended and waiting – waiting for what? The sound of brakes? A horn? Maybe just somebody to come along. Blind is a lonely place to be.

I touched him on the arm. “Need help?”

“Nope.”

“Safe to cross the street.” Did he need my reassurance?

“Yep.” He groped for my arm, curved his left hand over my bicep.

We stood – a tableau of non-communication.

“Shall we?” I asked knowing it didn’t matter.

“Yep.”

We stood a moment longer – life lived in ellipses.

I took a step. His hand tightened. His arm offered feeble resistance. A tap with that long cane. Then he followed. Off the curb and into the street.

I took our time. He didn’t complain.

Across the street – four lanes and ample parking – too big for a town twice the size.

My knee bent, I waited before I mounted the curb – waited for him to tap twice, to figure the height. His leg cocked, too.

We had veered off course – just a bit, enough. The storefront was empty. Once there had been computer repairs. Why would anyone who could actually work on computers open shop there? For that matter, why would any one—?

I stared at the storefront – read the signs slowly ripping and peeling in the windows. Was it possible to see nothing happen?

“Which way are you headed?” I asked.

“Don’t matter. Nowhere to go.”

“Ain’t that the truth?”

We stood. I stared at the storefront. He stared, too. At what can a blind man stare? Nothing is nothing.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“Blind,” he answered.

“I know, but what’s your name?”

“Blind. That’s what they called me. Seemed to make sense – explain stuff right up front.”

“Oh.”

“Yep.”

“I guess I’d best be getting along.” There’s a discomfort. Sometimes a fellow ends up mentioning the weather; sometimes he just decides it’s time to move along.

“I guess I’d best be getting along.” I repeated myself.

Blind said nothing.

I turned to the left. He turned with me.

Tap … tap … tap.

Who was leading whom?

We moved down the street. The town was empty. Some towns are like that – an emptiness in the soul.

About Kenneth Weene

Life itches and torments Kenneth Weene like pesky flies. Annoyed, he picks up a pile of paper to slap at the buzzing and often whacks himself on the head. Each whack is another story. At least having half-blinded himself, he has learned to not wave the pencil.

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A New Englander by upbringing and inclination, Kenneth Weene is a teacher, psychologist and pastoral counselor by education. He is a writer by passion.
Ken’s short stories and poetry have appeared in numerous publications including Sol, Spirits, Palo Verde Pages, Vox Poetica, Clutching at Straws, The Word Place, Legendary, Sex and Murder Magazine, The New Flesh Magazine, The Santa Fe Literary Review, Daily Flashes of Erotica Quarterly, Bewildering Stories, A Word With You Press, Mirror Dance, The Aurorean, Stymie, Empirical and ConNotations.

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Ken’s novels, Widow’s Walk Memoirs From the Asylum, and Tales From the Dew Drop Inne, are published by All Things That Matter Press.

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To learn more about Ken’s writing visit http://www.kennethweene.com

You can find Ken on Twitter: @Ken_Weene

And on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/Kenneth.Weene

7 thoughts on “Blind

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  2. A most delightful morning read from an interesting fella

  3. [...] A New Englander by upbringing and inclination, Kenneth Weene is a teacher, psychologist and pastoral counselor by education. He is a writer by passion.Ken’s short stories and poetry have appeared in numerous publications including Sol, Spirits, Palo Verde Pages, Vox Poetica, Clutching at Straws, The Word Place, Legendary, Sex and Murder Magazine, The New Flesh Magazine, The Santa Fe Literary Review, Daily Flashes of Erotica Quarterly, Bewildering Stories, A Word With You Press, Mirror Dance, The Aurorean, Stymie, Empirical and ConNotations.  [...]

  4. Bill Hayes says:

    excellent read. Such a great sense of time within the words.

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