Burying my face in the blanket, I feel like sleeping more. The part of the blanket touching the tip of my nose smells acidic because of my saliva. I move my face away and search for the part of the blanket that is likely to smell good. When I find my favorite part, I sniff the scent and bury my face again.

I get up. I go out of my bedroom through the half-open door. Bumping my shoulders against some pieces of furniture in the hallway, I try to go to the bathroom sink and stumble over the step. I go up the step and hold out my hands. I hear the water flowing from the faucet. The water feels very cold.

I go down the step and go to the kitchen. I grope for the kitchen table. Bumping my knees against what seems to be a dining chair, I feel around for a paper bag of medicine on the table, which the doctor told me to take, but I don’t find it. Instead, I touch a bumpy thing with my right-hand fingertips. I pick it up. The round, bumpy object fits in my palm. I find a faint smell of citrus fruit. I put it back on the table. Again, I feel around for the medicine. Something touches the back of my right hand. It clinks, and I withdraw my hands right away. I don’t smell anything now. 

Then I can hear the sound of helicopters outside.

I give up on taking the medicine.

I head for my familiar desk in my bedroom and sit down on the desk chair. I stretch over the desk. I pick up something hard and stroke it. The surface is uneven. There are some protruding objects and a dented part. It ticks. 

I can hear cars passing on my left. 

I can also hear a clattering sound from behind me. The phone rings. I turn my head toward the sound. One, two, three…. The phone stops ringing after ten sings.

I am covered in silence.

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    Margarida Brei
    Margarida Brei(@margarida-brei)
    1 month ago

    Your story is entitled “Blindfolded” but I was wondering if your protagonist was actually blind. Or do you mean that people go through life as if blind?

    Lotchie Carmelo
    Lotchie Carmelo(@lotchie-carmelo)
    1 month ago

    I like your idea of being blindfolded to use the senses: touch, sound, taste, and smell. It is not an easy experience. I read your reply to Margarida, and I think your protagonist was wearing a blindfold after the surgery because you mention in your story about the medicine on the table that the doctor told her/him to take. Nice one. 

    Lotchie Carmelo
    Lotchie Carmelo(@lotchie-carmelo)
    Reply to  Annie Leung
    28 days ago

    You’re most welcome.

    N Jungeberg
    N Jungeberg(@n-jungeberg)
    14 days ago

    We had to do this blindfolded exercise (among some other kinds) to learn how the elderly and disabled function in life to help us be able to understand their problems and difficulties while taking care of them in the nursing home. It was eye-opening for sure…I could relate to your writing…we all could use a little understanding and empathy for others. Loved the ending…those who are misunderstood live and are surrounded by… Read more »

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