Sunday, July 3, 2011

First Impression (Fiction in 55 or less)

I saw him coming out of a barber shop, walking down 15th Street. He stared at me an unhealthy length of time, his gaze leering and inappropriate. I readied my "see anything you like," comment as he gawked interminably at me. As he got closer, I realized he was blind. I felt like an utter fool.

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