The braillist and psychologist met in the hallway

“It’s been a long time,” the braillist said.

“Yes—it has. Do you still mess around on your machine?” The psychologist asked.

“I’ve taught myself the language of blind people.”

“What’s that like?”

“Feeling around in the dark—and my fingertips are more sensitive now.”

“Oh—if you go blind, you’ll be ready.”

“I hope it doesn’t come to that.”

“Trust me—it’s a blessing to activate your other senses.”

“How so?”

“When I play golf at night, and my ears tell me where the ball went, I feel a sense of power.”

“Isn’t that illegal?”

“It’s a thrill to break the law, and improve your golf game at the same time. It’s an excellent way to unwind, after a boring, stressful, day.”

“Whatever you say,” the braillist offered.

The psychologist knew, the braillist thought, he was crazy—and it pleased him.

“Did I hear that you play golf at night?” A teacher asked.

“It keeps me sharp.”

“How do you know where your ball goes?”

“I feel the shot. I hear where it lands.”

The brailllist wore glasses and suffered from diabetes

and the psychologist knew, it was only a matter of time…

Some, follow the rules, until their death in the dark

while others, follow their instinct, leading them into the light.