Blind, Chapter 8
The following is a fable, posted in small chapters. One morning the sun peeked through the blinds covering our window. And I wondered how often we tend to block out the light…
In pain, the man rolled over onto his stomach and pushed himself onto his knees. He paused to catch his breath before continuing. That is when he felt a dull ache in his ribs. I hope none are broken. He had no idea how long he was on the floor, but it was a struggle to move.
He was disorientated. He knew he was at the bottom of the stairs, but with the otherworldly experience he had endured, he lost all spacial familiarity of his own house. He felt around with his hands until the right one landed against some baseboard trim. He followed it along the floor until he came to a doorway opening. Using the wall to brace himself, he pushed himself up until he stood.
The thing on his mind was the decision he made. Next time, he would not to freak out and pull away from the warmth, if he ever found it again. First things first though.
He needed to find the bathroom to wash the horrible iron taste of blood from his mouth. The throbbing meant he would likely have a fat lip to explain to his family. Where would he start? How does someone explain falling down the stairs because they just discovered they were blind? There would be many questions he had no answers for.
The only main level washroom was off the laundry area beside the rear entrance at the back of the house.
The man felt across the large doorway for the room he was previously sitting in. He continued along the wall until it came to an end. The next room was a little harder to navigate.
It was an open area with the kitchen and dinner table. With his arms waving in front of him, he shuffled his feet maneuvering across the floor through chairs, decorative baskets and toys.
His hands landed on the fridge at the far side of the kitchen, which told him he made it. He kept moving forward along the next hallway until he rapped his knuckles against the doorknob. There.
The man opened the door and leaned toward where he imagined the sink and faucet to be. In his confusion it did not register that the door opened towards him, and not into the room. So when he leaned forward through the doorway, he tripped from the sudden step down, onto the concrete stairs. He then continued to fall off the side onto the grass in the back yard. He landed with a sharp flash of pain from his side.
Not again! Wait, outside? You’ve got to be kidding. He allowed himself a moment to catch his breath, and recover some dignity before getting up.
The sun had been hiding behind sporadic cloud cover for a few of hours. But that was okay. It had twice made contact with the man earlier in the day. It seemed to be a significant gain, a breakthrough to be sure. But it’s focus did not wain. There was much more that needed to be done.
The sun had waited patiently as it always has done. It was never in a hurray. The clouds were starting to separate once again. There was movement in the back yard. Another opportunity had just presented itself…
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