“Love is like the wind, you can’t see it but you can feel it.”
- Nicholas Sparks
The sandstorm chasing Justin stopped and completely focused on Voltaire. The sand formed a tornado around the blind man and trapped him in walls of sand. All that Voltaire knew was for the moment the sand had stopped attacking him directly so he continued to talk. “Prudence, I am a friend,” Voltaire said. “I am here to help you.”
The sand formed a giant larynx and mouth that Voltaire could not see. The floating sand mouth said, “Quinn hates that name.”
“Can I call you Quinn then?” Voltaire asked politely.
“Why are you here?” Quinn screamed.
“To help you,” Voltaire said. “I want to be your friend.”
“You’re a liar!” Quinn moaned and swept Voltaire up into the sandstorm, spinning him head over heels and finally dropping him back down into a pile of soft sand.
Upon catching his breath, Voltaire said “I think I’ll go then.”
“No. You came to be Quinn’s friend,” Quinn said. “THEN LOOK AT ME, FRIEND!”
“I’m blind,” Voltaire said. “I can’t see you. Look, somewhere around here are my two canes, Seymour and Seymour the second.”
“What’s the point in you calling Quinn anything, if you cannot see Quinn?” Quinn said. “No one looks at Quinn anymore. They just want her to go away, where she will not be seen.”
“I promise I’ll never tell you to go away,” Voltaire said quietly. He reached up to touch the sand. “I think I know what it’s like to be unseen.”
“You’re a liar!” Quinn cried. “You are making fun of poor Quinn! Be kind or… or else!”
“I can prove it,” Voltaire said, standing up. He threw back his hood and took off his sunglasses to reveal his invisible head.