Who just sits there in the park? Rick asked himself for the tenth time, They can't just sit there all day.
He had been watching the two figures in the park for over three hours now, with no success.
There's no way he could know, is there?
Rick was nervous. He had never encountered someone like the blind man. Someone who acted as if they knew everything but just gave out vague warnings that alluded to them knowing. And then there was the boy. If Rick had guessed the boy's age he would have said around 12 to 13. The boy had tape over his mouth. Duct tape. Why? Rick asked himself. The boy didn't seem to mind the tape, and didn't seem to fear the blind man, so Rick didn't think he was in any danger. Besides, what could a blind man do anyway? Well, he can sure scare the hell out of me, that's for sure.
Rick had been walking through the park to his small radio station three hours ago when he came across the blind man and the boy. Nothing was very odd, Rick hadn't even noticed the tape, that is, until the man spoke.
"How terrible--to see the truth/when the truth is only pain to him who see."
He had been watching the two figures in the park for over three hours now, with no success.
There's no way he could know, is there?
Rick was nervous. He had never encountered someone like the blind man. Someone who acted as if they knew everything but just gave out vague warnings that alluded to them knowing. And then there was the boy. If Rick had guessed the boy's age he would have said around 12 to 13. The boy had tape over his mouth. Duct tape. Why? Rick asked himself. The boy didn't seem to mind the tape, and didn't seem to fear the blind man, so Rick didn't think he was in any danger. Besides, what could a blind man do anyway? Well, he can sure scare the hell out of me, that's for sure.
Rick had been walking through the park to his small radio station three hours ago when he came across the blind man and the boy. Nothing was very odd, Rick hadn't even noticed the tape, that is, until the man spoke.
"How terrible--to see the truth/when the truth is only pain to him who see."
Rick wheeled around from his position by the shutters of his radio shack. The old man was at least 30 feet away, yet Rick heard it as if the old man was right behind him. He knew the old man knew something that he wanted to keep secret, that he never wanted to let the world know. The old man repeated himself, this time louder.
"How terrible--to see the truth/when the truth is only pain to him who see."
And again, louder.
"How terrible--to see the truth/when the truth is only pain to him who see."
A terrible scream erupted from behind Rick, the scream from a furious creature not of this world, and yet he was sitting thirty feet away in a park.
"HOW TERRIBLE TO SEE TH-"
Rick had enough. He ran as quickly as his decaying legs could carry him to the door, wrenched it open, and screamed at the old man
"What do you want!?"
The man fell silent. For the rest of the day Rick sat at the shutter, waiting for the old man to say something. He never said another word.
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