Call me vain, but I’m quite aware of my classic French looks.
Thanks to goods genes and careful grooming, I am often told that I look more like a model than a businessman, so when women give me a second look, or when the air-hostess serves me with that extra smile, I take it as a compliment. I enjoy the attention.
But a man staring at me unflinchingly, and un-smilingly, is rather unnerving. I try not to look, focusing instead on my drink, not particularly enjoying this attention.
As we get ready to disembark, I see him pull out his white cane.
Now I stare.
In response to Bikurgurl’s 100 Word Wednesday: Week 49 challenge, based on a photo by John Luke Laube
Oh! How the scene changes with one small prop. I love the switch in this story — it tells a lot about the character of the young man who narrates it. Thank you for joining us with your intriguing story 🙂
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