Post by MICHEAL "THATCH" THATCHER on Jun 16, 2010 18:20:21 GMT -5
THEY WORK HARD TO BLEND IN
JUST A FEW DIMENSIONS
SO IT SEEMS...
The sun fell in long rays across the gardens, illuminating and heating everything in their path. One of the students relaxed against a bench, hands behind his head. He stared directly into the rays, scarred eyes unseeing. His feet tapped the ground in an even beat, creating a little rhythm from the scuffs and taps. Combined with the hushed, low tone of his humming, it created a pleasant tune that hung in the air around him. To his left, he could hear the bees buzzing over what smelled like some roses. In the distance, he thought he could just make out the sound of cars on the road. Closer, he could hear the other occupants of Northern Downpour wandering around the grounds. A sigh escaped his lips, interrupting the music.
It was definitely good to be out of the building, away from his room and classes. The sun was nice and warm on his skin. It felt good. He absently wondered whether he was tan or not. He didn’t spend that much time in the sun, but maybe he was tan anyway? Or maybe he was one of those that just burned, or even someone whose skin didn’t change at all. He had no idea. He changed positions, taking his hands out behind him. He put them in his pockets instead. Concelaed in his left pocket rested his collapsible walking stick. When they’d given it to him they’d called it a cane. He never did though; it made him feel like an old man or something. Red and white and black, the little plastic tip scratched from guiding his path.
This weekend [/color], he decided, I’ll go to the park or something. Do some performances and get some more money.[/color] He’d love to rack up enough cash to get a guide dog. A nice big one with a good attitude. He idly wondered how much they were and paled at the idea of hundreds of dollars. Maybe he could get disabled discounts, those should be available. He hated being treated differently, but he had to admit that sometimes it came in handy.
The bees were gone now, moved on to something else. Somewhere overhead a bird chirped. All his other senses were constantly alert, making up for the most important one of all. He started to sing quietly again, his feet went back to their rhythm work. He couldn’t feel objects through sending out vibrations, he wasn’t a miracle kid or a dolphin, just someone who’d had some bad luck. He wondered whether or not there were other people wandering the gardens right now, he could tell no one had come by his path. He hoped there were people out, and that everyone wasn’t cloistered at their computers. It would be such a shame, he thought, not to enjoy the outdoors today.
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Word Count: 499
Tagged: Open
Notes: First Post![/size]