write-it-motherfuckers:

You’ve lived your whole life in this small town. Despite not being treated too kindly, there’s no where else for you to really go. With your parents having been halfhearted about their raising you, since realising you were blind, and your teachers not properly equipped to help you, you weren’t exactly given the best head start in life. You’ve managed though, becoming independent out of necessity, at an early age. You even have a small home, renting out the granny flat at the back of a nice elderly woman’s yard. You only just manage, money wise, lucky to have found a few smaller jobs around town with people who are willing to have you. The small town mentality towards disabilities, is always tough to manoeuvre, and unfortunately weighs you down, shackling you to this place, without the means to go elsewhere. 

One day, as you’re carefully feeling over the fresh produce, making sure you’re buying the right things, you see something out of the corner of your eye. Forgetting all about your shopping, you turn towards it, with wide “unseeing” eyes. 

You’ve “seen” little things in the past, things you’ve brushed off as your hopeful imagination. Certain plants outlined in a faint pale glow, the occasional animal, coated in that same pale glow, some stronger than others. Never have you “seen” something so clearly. 

Two figures stand there, just having entered the shop -you assume from their distance- a man and a woman it seems. They glow, brighter than anything you could have imagined, every inch of them pulsing with some strange light, gathering in their core and leaving behind quickly fading trails as they move. 

They seem to be looking for something, carefully making their way down one of the aisles. Its not until they get to yours, that they both straighten, and beeline for you. You can’t find it in you to care how strange they may find a blind person staring in their direction intently, and luckily, you needn’t worry. As they stop before you, you can see that glow, curiously reaching out and brushing against you, shivering as you actually feel it too.

“We’ve been looking for you. Somewhere we could talk?”