publication in 'dreamscape' : endpoint

Just received a great letter of publication-- genuinely my first (hopefully of many). My short story titled Endpoint will be published by the Poetry Institute of Canada (Young Writers division) in their annual compilation titled Dreamscape and will be forwarded to the final competition.

ENDPOINT

The blind man, you knew him when you went to college, well he was a lawyer, beforehand, I mean, you knew him from business school but he changed majors—I can’t imagine how someone could change the course of their life like that—well now he’s blind and he was walking down the street and he was going from door to door, trying his keys in the lock, just like a salesman, but this wasn’t just any neighborhood, no sir, he went up there and everyone was quiet and in the houses the clocks ticked as he jiggled the locks and the eyes were stuck to the doorknobs, but they came out, the occupants, the people of the town, and they followed him from house to house, never saying a word, just standing in the street, at the curb, as he would climb the steps to another front door that was yellow or blue or green or red but he didn’t know which but he grew to have many pairs of eyes on him, and he would lead them from house to house, when finally he got to his house and the door clicked and puffed inwards a little bit and everyone standing in the street gasped, not at their own pace but gasped all together as if they were sucking the same oxygen which they were but it was different molecules, so they stood there at the curb, and the blind man walked into his house but it wasn’t his house, it smelled different, like someone had lived there, but he knew it was his house by the carpet under his shoes and the jackets on the coat-hooks but it wasn’t his house because it wasn’t the same, it wasn’t truly his, you know how lawyers are, always conflicted, always wanting everyone to play by the rules.