The car turns the corner. I turn away. If I'm not looking it might not be there. The sounds of river on tarmac echoes through my mind. I hear the door open. In my minds eye I can see the mint mini now parked In front of me. A large warm hand falls onto my shoulder. "Jamie?". I don't turn around. This person seems to be lacking any other words. Fair enough. I mean, what do you say to a blind person. "Nice to see you"?
