The final entry in the series. Please leave a review on your thoughts that this story provokes. What you think of it, feel free to be as harsh as you want, so long as it’s constructive 🙂
Thank you for following this series to the finish and if anyone is unfamiliar with the series, I highly recommend you start from the beginning.
Outside, the word wasn’t one I remembered.
“Watch it”, someone said.
“I’m sorry,” mum said, “He’s just had eye surgery, he-“
“-Don’t care”. The voice drowned in the distance, lost in a sea of the like-minded. It wasn’t the first person I walked into, nor was it the last. Mum led me by the hand. It was an experience unlike my prior, Half dragging, half mad, eager to welcome me.
“We want to surprise you,” she said and I wondered if any surprise would hold me. I was blind and I didn’t like surprised. Many things surprise me now.
Sounds chopped at one another around me. Vendors yelled at each other—interrupted by cars that honked one another. There was a hidden ambience, the fizz of electronic novelty billboards above the pounding of steps, steps of people that passed; of people that moved in a world of visual intensity that I wasn’t part. Each lost as I oblivious to another as I was oblivious to them.
Ironic, that I could see it more clearly.
“We’re crossing the road now darling,” mum said, startling me from my revelry.
If it weren’t for the pavement ledge, I’d never been able to tell.
I stepped across the road gingerly. My first and last step felt no different.
“Where are we going, mum?”
It was my dad that answered. “Can’t you feel it?”
“What feeling?” I said.
“Can you feel the déjà vu? “
I miss-stepped, stumbled. There was a sudden intake of air and a car beeped me as it drove past.
I could feel it now.
That warm summer air, the touch of sun on my cheeks and the sound of water, the crash of an ocean breeze.
I hesitated, why did they bring me here?
“You always loved it here,” mum said, “the place where lovers met and children played.”
Father nodded, “We wanted to show you that even when you can’t see it, even though we can’t always adapt, some things stay the same and that some things—”
Mum squeezed my hand.
“Somethings never change.”