Ron looked around the park, it was his daily routine: find some poor innocent person, go right up behind them and whisper in their ear. They get the the fright of their life when they hear the voice with no owner. Ron does think it’s kind of cruel but it’s not like he can have a conversation with anyone, they’d get to caught up on the fact they can’t see him.

There. On the bench, the lonely man with the sunglasses. The perfect victim.

Ron walked up to him, careful not to step on any of the freshly fallen leaves. People can’t see him but they can still hear him. He sat down on the bench, the man’s expression changed then. He must’ve sensed someone sat down next to him.

Ron leaned over and put a hand on the man’s shoulder.

“What’s your name, friend?” Ron said.

The man turned his head slightly.

“Gary.” He said.

Ron muttered his own name. Why did this man reply, he was meant to be confused at least? That’s when he noticed the cane. _He’s blind. _He realised. Of course, why else would he be wearing sunglasses on a cloudy day.

They started talking, they talked for ages and by the end of it Ron thought he must know everything there is to know about Gary.

“Dad?” Someone called and Gary stopped talking. A young woman came up to Gary and took his hand. “Come on, Dad. We have to go.”

“Go where, sweetie?” He asked.

“The restaurant, we’re going for lunch, remember?” She said smiling.

“Ah, yes. How could I forget?” Gary said. “I was just talking to Ron, here.”

“Who?” She asked and Gary looked confused.

“Ron. The man sitting right next to me.”

“There’s no one sitting next to you, Dad.”

It was his time to go now, Ron leaned over and whispered in Gary’s ear.

“See you later, Gary.” Ron got up and walked away from the bench, leaving the blind man to go to lunch with his daughter.