21 parts Complete MatureSinking into the chair, he ran his fingers over the smooth fabric. Perhaps this was some intricate scheme to deceive him or something. With a shake of his head, he shrugged. He hadn't brought much besides his ID and his credit card.
Throughout his entire life, he had always played it safe, but now he had an opportunity to completely shatter that notion. With a nonchalant shrug, he effortlessly raised the blindfold above his eyes, secured the strap behind his head, and firmly positioned it in its rightful place.
Here goes nothing.
** a TinCan story **
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
