When the taxi driver suddenly turned in the wrong direction, I asked him what he was doing. He turned around, had a nasty grin on his face, and told me that he was not who I thought he was.
It was through the layers of my hazy vision, I recognise his voice.
Throughout the investigation, my sole purpose was to find Graham’s killer. I recognised the signs. My sight wasn’t what it was, and as each day progressed I could see a little less.
But I knew this voice – half suspected this person – but his alibi ruled him out. At the beginning he was the prime person of interest.
She couldn’t let him know she could barely see him,
Writer Ravenclaw 
An intriguing story. What happened next?
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Not really sure, that was an experimental part to the end. Originally I had Sarah being blind, but now it is more that she is going blind, but doesn’t do anything until it is too late because she is trying to find out who killed her husband. i had written the whole piece, but from feedback I’ve decided to do it a different way.
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Oh, wow. I saw you said that you had written a longer version of the story, but is the above the final version (which is just fine, since it’s brilliant)?
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