Complete the short story/flash fiction, that has the following opening:
The street was noisier than it usually was on a Tuesday afternoon and that threw off Stacey as she exited her apartment building. The avalanche of noise made her halt in the doorway, her white cane frozen in front of her as she adjusted to the noise and regained her bearings. Confident of where she was she started sweeping her cane back and forth as she walked down the pathway to the street. While her eyesight had degenerated completely, she felt it necessary to behave as if she was completely blind so that when it eventually came her blindness would be a part of her. Her dark, very dark sunglasses, helped to foster that idea.
She had stopped worrying about it shortly after being diagnosed with Retinitis pigmentosa. She was going to go blind and there wasn’t anything that science was going to be able to do about it, so she adapted. She changed professions from one which required sight to one which did not. She changed apartment buildings to find one that was more suitable to the visually impaired. She dumped her boyfriend who was more concerned about how this would impact him than how it would impact her. She learned braille, started to look into acquiring a service dog and generally moved on with her life.
But sometimes life throws you a curve ball. Or a wall.
One moment the path in front of her was clear and the next she bumped into someone. Hard. She stumbled back but a pair of hands caught her and stopped her from falling.
“I’m terribly sorry,” said a voice with a British accent. “I’m such a clutz and I apologize for getting in your way.”
She loved British accents and this one made her tingle. Spoken slowly, quietly and with sincere regret. She wanted to see the man attached to the voice, the man that could make her skin feel like static electricity was picking up every hair.
“I’m fine,” she said, a little breathlessly, “just a little surprised.” Now that she was standing upright on her own two feet she had expected him to remove his hands, but he only let go of one, still holding on to her left forearm. Her right arm, the one she used with her cane, was now free.
“Well, I do apologize again, I really should be looking where I’m going. Perhaps I can make it up to you with a spot of tea? There is an excellent little shop not more than a block away and their selection of tea is outstanding.”
She paused, feeling the warmth of his hand on her arm and the tingle that her body felt when he talked. “I love this feeling”, she thought to herself, “maybe, just once, I let myself get carried away?”
She stared where she thought his face was and broke out in a smile. “I’d love to have tea with you.”
“Splendid. Well, then, shall we go?” He looped her arm through the crook of his elbow and pulled her forward, gently at first, until she became accustomed to his stride. She could get used to this. Very used to this.
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