I shadow the blind man. I’m the reason he’s still alive. I stop traffic for him, nudge him when he’s about to fall down open manholes. For this, I take a cut of his disability and sleep in his house. He’s unaware of my service or the fee I exact.
Sam Hall is a short story writer and poet from a miserable island. When not writing, he’s either fixing leaks in his cabin, building uncomfortable furniture, or chasing after runaway chickens.
Huge metaphor! Isn’t that what we are all doing–consciously or not?
(I hope your shadow arrives for you soon!)
Thank you Stephen, I hope so too, could use the help!