Blahsphemy

The story lay there waiting. Like a maiden waiting for her lover to return. Will the lover come back? Well, that's another story.  

No one believed that the system was without a flaw. There has to be a flaw somewhere. Nothing can be perfect. Then one day one smart Alec found the flaw. He was flabbergasted. So were the others. They huddled around the system and muttered "No we can't be the flaw".    

He looked back. There it was lying by the wayside. Covered with dust and garbage. He wanted to go back and pick it up. That's when he remembered that it was his long lost memory.  

Am I good looking asked the mirror. You are my reflection replied the evil queen. 

The story begins and ends here. 

The sleepy hand found its way to the snooze button. The alarm was silenced before it even began. Sleep refused to let go of the blankets. The brain screamed Monday but the body turned a deaf ear. The pillows greeted the snore. The world shall wait till my feet touch the ground. Then it will spin like out of orbit into chaos. Let me sleep. The story can wait. 

His smile filled the empty room. For me he was a stranger. I was nursing my beer and swaying to the music. He was pretty old to be where I was. Or was it the other way round? I ordered another beer. He had his sandwiches. Our gazes collided again. He still had that smile. I tried to act indifferent and grimaced. I paid up and left. He was still there, waiting for a smile.   

I lost my sight rather unceremoniously. There was no suspense. No background music. Nothing. My trees, my flowers, my sky, my sun... everything faded out slowly. Day by day the blackness grew blacker. My eyes, they never saw anything. Now I see my world with everything else but my eyes. Tell me, am I blind?