Black Cane Diary

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Near Waterloo, I stopped at a dark crossroads, unsure of the path ahead. I turned and saw two figures coming towards me. The man was my height and about my age. He spoke loudly to the woman by his side, his accent clipped and penetrating. Perhaps I shouldn’t have interrupted but…
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It’s the best thing about it, this ability we have to bring out the good in people, how we give them the opportunity to be kind. When I came out as…
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It was night. I think it was raining. Ahead I saw a long, low vehicle blocking my way. Flows of water slid down its armoured side. I pressed forward…
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The train waits, hissing. East Croydon. This is East Croydon. Eyes half-closed I look out the window and see the ruins of a castle. How? Surely not, not…
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We'll meet by the church on the corner of Goose Green, we said. It should take me twenty minutes to get there. I’ve got a good stride going, striking…
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People avoid me when they see the cane. They cross the road as I approach, flatten themselves against railings, hide behind trees. I tap along the…
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In the queue for a bar in a town I barely know, and this one looks like a mean bastard. Pinched face, pockmarked scalp, checking everyone’s IDs. He’s…
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