Being a blind man, being a person that cannot close his eyes and also cannot talk, I felt vulnerable. I'd never felt so lonely before, despite my best friend beside me. I stared at the ceiling, forming a face with my memories. I am managed to form only one face out of my memory, but not anyone else. I groaned at the number of faces I recognized, but comforted myself with my age.
"Look at the train! It's green in color! Now it's 8 a.m.!" My friend beside me said. Everyday, at the same time, a particular colored train would past by the hospital at specific times of the day. My friend would be my clock, shouting out the time.
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The Moment
Short StoryWhat happens went a secret is revealed? Read this unpredictable story about how one man himself reveal a secret of his friend in the hospital. "Cherish the moment that you read "The Moment"! You won't regret it!!!" - Anonymous
