The Framed Blind Man

Summary

On the subway, a woman’s shriek accused me of being a pervert. Her shattered phone lay at my feet.

Every passenger turned on me, their voices a torrent of curses. They said my white cane was a prop, my navigation glasses a hidden camera.

I calmly removed one earbud. “You’re saying I was filming you?”

“That’s right!” Her voice trembled, but her conviction was absolute.

I smiled. “How can a blind man film anyone?”