The Price of Sight

[jammi]

I'd slid out through the front door for the first time in days, blinded by the sudden glare of the sun and seemingly pinned to the wall by the heat. Slowly I forced myself forward, constantly aware of the chittering voices.

I slipped through the crowd like a shade; a immaterial ghost, drawing no glances from the surrounding swarm. It was as if I didn't exist. People simply moved out the way with a slightly puzzled expression before continuing onward.

One man stopped stock still and stared at me though. Despite the heat, he wore a full length black blast coat, hair cropped short, with some sort of glasses covering his eyes and temples. He looked like an off-worlder. I quickened my pace as the voices reached a fever, screaming silently at me.

I looked back over my shoulder, but the man was gone. I hurried onwards, knowing I had narrowly escaped death. I didn't know how I had, but I knew it as surely as I knew the malevant orange sun that hung overhead. the spaceport was near.

Soon I would be free.

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