 Anyone? Who wants Adam to bowl them over? Man without eyes coming through... *randomly tagged* | Norbert(a) | The Wandmaker (tm)
Eyes wrapped in excessively large purple glasses and carrying a long white and black folding stick, Adam walked into the Ski lodge. He probably would have been better staying home this year, seeing as he couldn’t see….well much. He certainly wasn’t going to be going skiing. Not unless he wanted a broken neck or leg or arm. Nope, Adam had had a close enough call with death last year when a star decided he looked like a tasty morsel.
But tasty morsels were a reason he had decided to make an appearance at the lodge. That and the fact that he really really needed to get out. After the long stint St. Mungo’s and a sabbatical from work, Adam was getting a little cabin fevery. In fact, he wasn’t sure if he was even cleared for work, and thus if he should be here. But here he was.
Bumb…
“Sorry…” Adam said in heavily accented English. He reached out and patted something. But what was it? A Person? A shelf? The doorframe? Adam’s eyes squinted behind the excessively large purple glasses, but alas he couldn’t make out to what or whom he was apologizing.
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