Literature
Blind
The tall man leaned against the wall, shrouded with darkness and the air of mystery. Smoke was filling the room quickly, making it hard to breath, for those who remained in the room. The man lifted his head, a soft tinkling of bells filling the silence of the small confinement of which they stood. His eyes were bright, yet unfocused as he turned the gaze from each figure who stood in front of him. There were four of them. And a sixth of whom stood beside him with a trembling frame.
His smile widened.
"Eenie. Meenie. Minnee. Moe." His voice was low, yet playful and a finger raised to point at one of the figures in front of him.
He began t