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A chapter in the book What The Blind Girl Saw

What The Blind Girl Saw

by Sally Law

"My powers of observation have grown as my eyesight has diminished," I told my doctor.

I had heard of this phenomenon, but now, knew of it firsthand. I began to refer to this time in my life as "the new reality."

It is a queer thing, having a sense go away, and the remaining senses pulling forward to help.

That's the miracle of the human body, I suppose. I think about this when I remember that day....

Frost was still lingering on the rooftops on this early weekday morning in Louisiana. No, I'm not psychic. 103.2 FM radio reported the scattered frost as I was getting up--readying myself for the day.

My sighted helper--faithful guide dog, King--was at my side, moving me along. How could I tell him I was going all the way to the mailbox without him? He would not understand--at all. He will be insufferable, but, my floor's a mess if I do.

"I will call if I need you, King. Stay..." I held up one finger to assure him I wouldn't be gone long.

His ridiculously expensive collar was connected to my smartphone, and he was easily summoned. Without a doubt, my massive German Shepherd would arrive at my side within seconds.

By 9:30, the icy chill still lingered and greeted me as I walked to my mailbox, pushing past my front gate. Mid-March, and still winter hung on with all its might.

It was past the usual time for the morning paper to be delivered; and unless the weather stalled him, the mailman. I hoped I was on time for both.

My husband, Jackson, oftentimes read it aloud after supper, both of us discussing the daily news events. It was important to me that it was double-wrapped in plastic. There was nothing worse than a soggy newspaper.

My blind cane tapped on the melting ice as I sloshed slowly along to retrieve the mail--and hopefully...a dry "Morning Gazette."

I heard chickadees and cardinals as they frequently visited this time of day looking for sustenance.

The red-headed woodpecker was back to annoy me with endless pecking, and, I wondered... would he ever finish his projects?

My hands were cold, but nothing compared to my metal mailbox which was difficult to open. I removed my mittens for just a moment to retrieve the mail and secured the latch. I dropped my cane in the process and reached around trying to locate it.

Hearing footsteps coming towards me--nervous and flustered-- I continued to fumble, reaching for my dropped cane. Mail went tumbling into the slush.

The smell of cheap cologne, something nostalgic, filled my nose.

My mind raced to identify the scent, possibly something my husband wore when we were first dating? Jade East? No, maybe, English Leather? I inhaled it again as it seemed to be clinging to something, or someone!

"Hello . . . is someone there?" I called out in a loud voice.


Except for the birds and zealous woodpecker--the morning sounds of life--it was unusually quiet. The footsteps had finally stopped.

Had I imagined them?

I fixed my thoughts on what was missing. There were no dogs barking, cars honking,  or my neighbor’s classical music heard coming from his art studio. 

I stopped to listen, to remain still, as if frozen. It was only then, I perceived--for certain--the presence of someone.

Reaching for my cellphone, I summoned King.

To be continued . . . .



Observation test #1~ In the photo above, which one of the foil roses is the most distinguishable to you? Let me know when you reply to me by review. Do not be afraid, there are no right or wrong answers. I will post my observations at the end of my mini novella.

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