Mar 1, 2015
rexder
If anything, politeness born of a morally outstanding upbringing told the young albino man that it was his fault. Office files were scattered, and a white cane he sported for guidance (though not completely blind, his vision was excessively strained by genetics) had slid right across the sidewalk. He'd been too distracted by his thoughts—he'd bumped into someone.
"Merde !" There went his mother's native tongue, out of instinct. "M' so sorry," cheeped that typical Brooklyn drawl, "I didn'—I shoulda' watched where I-I was goin'."