She spoke up suddenly, as if being woken from a dream. “I need a hand.” The men turned around.
“Of course.” While they looked at her eyes, they realized something was wrong.
“Can I help you? The boxes are over there.” But where was the white cane? “Yes, I am blind.” She answered their eminent question, and they were glad she couldn’t see them blush.
“How do you get around?” spoke a more bold man.
“Eco-location. Now put the boxes on the stinking bike.” Here come the questions. She scowled. “You know what, never mind. I’ll do it myself.” She made clicking noises with her tongue, and located the containers with ease. “Good day.” She cried over her shoulder as she sped away.
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Blind as a Bat
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