How I Get Around
I walked away from Hayley’s house, but stopped.
I almost forgot.
I set down my backpack and felt around on the side pocket. My finger tapped something hard and metal.
I pulled out a metal rod, about a foot long. I whipped the end through the air and it un-collapsed itself, section by section, into a rod about three or four feet long.
This was my cane. A lot of people like me use it to detect obstructions in the direction they are traveling. I use it mostly outside to find my way home.
So I walked, sweeping the end of the cane back and forth in front of me, barely scratching the end on the side walk. I heard a clang and felt a jarring feeling in my hand.
I turned right and continued the process until I reached home.