byA gasp came from behind him, followed by a woman’s voice: “Who’s that?”
He turned sharply—had someone seen him?—and found himself almost nose to nose with an old woman in sunglasses. He stepped back instinctively.
“No one there, Mom,” the man holding her elbow said. “Come on, let’s get you home.”
She swung her white cane before her, just missing his shins. The invisible man edged farther back, bare feet silent on the pavement.
“I thought…” she murmured. Then she shook her head, and the pair continued.
He stared after them. A blind woman. Perhaps among her kind he could be accepted? But no, the sighted would always be about, and he could not reveal himself. Not again. The first and only time had been a horrible mistake, and he had been hunted for weeks. Finally, the hunters had calle
