Blind Date
Sometimes the blind like it dark.
I paused at my door, tapping my cane onto the ground for confirmation. The small entrance rug was askew. My hand drifted to the light switch, innocently brushing against it like I was trying to maintain balance as I loosened the straps on my shoes. The lights were flipped up and turned on. I tried not to make it obvious I knew someone was here as I carefully arranged my coat, bag, and cane in their assigned places. With a...
