Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-39438189-20190516030810/@comment-36855838-20190524043426

The "darkness" had never bothered me, whatever it was.

I woke when the scorching warmth,  the "sunlight" touched my skin.

With the warmth, I spoke and laughed and played, and as the sun "set" and the cold of night returned, I would hunker down in the desert sands in my hovel and wait for the next dawn.

Many came to observe the blind child who could "see," and I enjoyed the company of those who could not taste and smell the flow of warmth as I and my reptile companions could.

Bit as Time marched on and my little Desert village grew more advanced, my occupation as a basket weaver became of little use, I was becoming outmoded, and farming was impossible in an environment such as this.

I would need an interpreter, to put down my thoughts, I had always had good stories, after all.

A short phone call at the new local truck stop brought the assurance of a stenographer's prompt approach.

I could smell her warmth before she arrived, her flesh burned like the midday sun, and her eyes were particularly smoldering.

She knocked first, and from her posture, I could tell she was uncomfortable on the shifting sands, that she was squeamish about getting her suit filthy.

I patted the sand before me with a hearty slap.

"Be seated, my friend! I am glad to have you here!"

She sat slowly before me.

"Good evening mr.-"

"Cott"

She nodded.

"Ah, y-yes. Mr. Cott."

I heard the scratching and rolling of a ball-point pen.

"H-how did you know I was-"

I held up my hand and waited for her to twitch as a small beetle gnawed on a patch of dry, shriveled grasses.

"Firstly, I hear that gnawing, compared to which your clumsy footfalls thundered. I was taught this skill by the Jackal."

"Second," I continued, "I could taste the heat of your body, in the cold desert night, you shine for ne as the sun does for sighted folk. I was taught this skill by Melody, my companion serpent."

"Finally," I admitted, "I can feel many subtle vibrations of the ground, regardless of what I hear. I stole skill from the humble antlion."