Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and my lovely minions for reading.
Otto leaned against the wall, same as every day before. Behind sunglasses, his sightless eyes stared blankly into the silky blackness. Not a single sound graced his keen ears.
The hustle and bustle of tourists through the corridor put meaning in his life- not to mention food on his table. His daily interactions brought joy to his world- a symphony of sound, smell and touch. In a world of total darkness, the ever changing travelers were his light.
The streets were normally alive with foot traffic by late morning.
Not a soul passed by that day, or any day after.