He knew the alarm had gone of thrice. It was 14:18 and he had to make it to the interview, half an hour away, in a little over forty minutes.
The July sun had warmed his skin. When he opened his eyes he figured he was still groggy from last night’s Long Islands. On his feet, rubbing his eyes, walking to the bathroom, nothing was a haze. He just couldn’t see.
Despite not seeing, he knew exactly where he had to go, not a foot out of place, almost as if he’d developed a new complementary sense. Making it to the interview with three minutes to spare, he felt he was at the wrong place. He left, sat under a tree tucked in a corner for the following few hours, staring into space, although, not really.
The sun began to set just after 19:00 and this is when his vision started to get blurry. By the time it was dark, he could see everything as it was meant to be seen, and a feeling of hopelessness started creeping in. With the month just having begun, and owing to his generous brother, he walked home to his Johnnie Walker. By the time he hit the sack, he felt like one as well.
Next afternoon, he was up before the alarm went off at 14:00, feeling good. After having completed his morning rituals he walked out of the door, a steel pipe in his hand. It was only after he got back home the previous night did he realize that nobody, all through the day, had acknowledged his presence. He was blind, and invisible. Everything he wore or picked became invisible too.
The local minister, charged with more than twenty odd cases of murder, rape, extortion, and what not, was getting a visitor.
Walking into the minister’s office was easy; bludgeoning him to death, equally so. Blind as a bat, a superhero was born.
The July sun had warmed his skin. When he opened his eyes he figured he was still groggy from last night’s Long Islands. On his feet, rubbing his eyes, walking to the bathroom, nothing was a haze. He just couldn’t see.
Despite not seeing, he knew exactly where he had to go, not a foot out of place, almost as if he’d developed a new complementary sense. Making it to the interview with three minutes to spare, he felt he was at the wrong place. He left, sat under a tree tucked in a corner for the following few hours, staring into space, although, not really.
The sun began to set just after 19:00 and this is when his vision started to get blurry. By the time it was dark, he could see everything as it was meant to be seen, and a feeling of hopelessness started creeping in. With the month just having begun, and owing to his generous brother, he walked home to his Johnnie Walker. By the time he hit the sack, he felt like one as well.
Next afternoon, he was up before the alarm went off at 14:00, feeling good. After having completed his morning rituals he walked out of the door, a steel pipe in his hand. It was only after he got back home the previous night did he realize that nobody, all through the day, had acknowledged his presence. He was blind, and invisible. Everything he wore or picked became invisible too.
The local minister, charged with more than twenty odd cases of murder, rape, extortion, and what not, was getting a visitor.
Walking into the minister’s office was easy; bludgeoning him to death, equally so. Blind as a bat, a superhero was born.
Comments