I woke up in haze of disgust and un-want, the phone ringing unknowingly in my mind. Though I answered the phone almost as soon as I woke, it felt like days before I did so. My morning caller hung up after allowing me to repeatedly greet them “I hate one sided conversations.” I thought to myself. As I lit my morning cigarette, I felt a turning in my stomach, the same feeling you would get if you were a witness to the brewing of a great storm. The un-nerving wake up call I received only made the feeling grow with great distaste.

But life has shown me one very important thing. Create no chaos where chaos does not belong. Normally, I would have taken the phone call as nothing but a wrong number and that the caller realized I was not the person they intended on calling and quickly hung up the phone. But on this day, I felt the call to be quite foreboding. I am a private detective; my job is to follow my gut. My gut was telling me, that phone call or no phone call, something was different about today.

I proceeded to dress according to the day as I needed to stop by the office, speak with a few clients, and visit my wife’s grave stone. I took one last sip of coffee before stepping out the door. It is strange, a blind man walking all alone in a big city. I hear many things, aside from the stutter of my walking cane. There are the cries of young babies left by their mothers, the sirens of fire trucks; police cruisers and ambulances. In the distance multiple gun shots ringing out like sounds of thunder, an ominous rain of bullets that could fill the morning sky. That could and would eventually replace the somewhat somber mood of this city; with more death and pain then the devil he himself would care to imagine. 

The office was running as usual…without me. I don’t know what I would do without Lois, my secretary and part time lead investigator… well only other investigator. The only person with enough balls to do the work she does. Though she’s not a big girl, she’s a tough one. She’s 5 feet 2 inches, 170 lbs. and has long blonde hair. She often wears her glasses at the edge of her nose; it gives her that librarian reading a book appearance. At those times you almost get that poor innocent house on the prairie vibe. But that is all for show, she’s as tough as nails with an attitude that rolls in like a storm. You might ask me how I know all this because I can not see. But I wouldn’t be a very good detective if I didn’t, now would I. But I digress; Lois and I had a lengthy conversation of new clients, new problems and new developments in current cases, though none of it is ever really new. I took a final drag of lingering cigarette before leaving Lois to her work. As I stepped out of my office doors and slowly walked down my steps, I was suddenly over-come with a deep sadness. My doors are solid oak, though weather and time has done all it can to add character or even break them down, those doors still stand, surrounded by brick and rusty steel trim. The sign above the entrance way reads “No-Sight Insight Investigations” and when it rains at night the sign shines like a beacon of hope to those in need. I hear it looks beautiful, I wish I could see it… But if wishes were fishes the world would be an ocean and I guess I have been drowning for awhile.