The small white room packed in about fifty people. The room was divided three tables and seven chairs against thirty chairs and standing villagers. The room was stale. It became so all so quickly.
The board had just finished explaining the picture of boxes, circles and a new park! It was time to here from the crowd. The room grew quiet. Everyone watched as Jeffry Hobbs, tapped his white cane toward the podium. All eyes on the blind man.
“Jim Diamond! You’re a thief! Steal the only house with no stairs from the blind! Bulldoze my home for a playground! You gave Grocery World river land. Build your damn playground there or your backyard! Not on my property, you son of a bitch!” Jeffry grabs a copy of the map and throws it toward the council.
He stands at the podium. That time in front of a crowd. It was seconds, but could feel like hours. Beneath his glasses, his eyes reached out. They weren’t really blind. No one living still knew that. He could make out vague details. The board members were silent. The hours of seconds weighed on him.
“Hello?! Blind guy here! Did you thriving bastards all go home? I can hear breathing, but no doors closing.” Jeffrey’s mind wheels. The bodies hidden under his crawl space have motivated him to speak. They have been there a long time. He didn’t know the names. But it wouldn’t look good if the home got leveled. Would they figure out he could really see some things? The blind guy would be a fraud. They’d execute him for sure. His home was saving his life.
“Jeffry, we’re giving you twice the value. You’ll get a new home. Think of the good to the community.” The Council President Jim Diamond tries his hand at not picking on the blind guy.
“Jim, what the hell? He can’t drive. There ain’t no bus. Hell, the school is down the street! You still didn’t tell us why you gave them our land!” A voice buried in the crowd rings out. Molley Jones peeks through the crowd.
Jeffrey is confused. To move or not to move. Which looks better? They want to help him. “I want my home. It’s all I got!” He stumbles away from the podium.
His mind flashes the distorted faces that he remembers. They are half blurred, but was that memory or his vision. The heart is beating faster. What if they come to his house, now? He should have left instead. They will find his hiding places. The bodies will be found. So many things. They can’t take his home. Not now, not ever. It’ll be the death of him.