Blind Salvation
“Good heavens, there he is!” Edward wasn’t astonished. It was more a sense of wonderment, the type that arises out of mystery and smacks of fatalism. He had arrived just moments before at his favorite lunch spot, a cafe in the city that he discovered and immediately adopted just three weeks earlier because it served a variety of vegan sandwiches that he quite liked. A day or two after his first visit he noticed the strange fellow with the serious countenance, dark features, graying beard and receding grey-black hair. He wore a non-descript, dark trench coat, which, like the man himself, was of indeterminate age. By now Edward fully expected to see the fellow at his customary table but he couldn’t help but marvel at the consistency of his presence. Like Edward, he always sat alone, never conversed with anyone and, most disquieting of all, his inscrutable visage always seemed to peer directly at...