Friday, October 28, 2011

After a thunderous boom

I read in a Wired article recently that a city isn't navigable until a blind person can find their way through it. I also wonder if rules about efficiencies in fluid dynamics could apply to creating a better network of roads. In the spirit of the hypothetical I will try to write a piece for the blind.

Short story: He heard the soft steps as they came down the walk. A light rap on the door and it creaked open slowly. He had gotten up to meet her but she was already inside the house. The young voice enthused, “hey! How are you?” The voice was a little closer than normal.

He lifted his arms and embraced her. Her scent filled his nostrils. Something light, just barely there—spring with the sophistication and sobriety of autumn. They parted and she guided him outside. He felt the sun on his skin and enjoyed the break in the gloomy weather. The night before he had woken up to the thunder storm. The house had shaken, the power of a storm always amazed him.

The rain from the night before still hung in the air. It came off the plants and the pavement. A scent that signaled the constant flux of the world. She spoke again, “where are we going?” She was wearing heels; she was taller.

“Downtown. But you are going to have to drive.”

She laughed and opened the passenger side door. He stepped in and wafted in the scent of old leather in a car. It was rich and earthy, slightly damp. The door closed. And she shuffled around on the gravel drive to the driver's seat. The door click popped open and she leaned in, “sorry it's so messy. I drove fast and forgot I left all these papers in the car.

“It's ok, It seems pretty clean in here,” he patted the seat and reached for the seatbelt. He found it and snapped in the seatbelt. The car started dinging lightly. She had forgotten to put her seatbelt on before putting her keys in the car. The door slammed, the belt buckled and she turned to him, “ready? You just direct me.”

And the car spun wildly, re-orienting itself in the opposite direction. He felt the pressure of the car accelerating, holding his body into the seat.