Braille - A Prophetic-Hijinks Drabble
Bruno wiped the sweat from his brow to admire his work. Not so much of the labor of the work but the stress that came with getting it absolutely perfect. He checked his sample over and over again, comparing it to what he’d just done on the frame of Ramiro’s door.
The braille looked like an exact copy.
“I should have been a carpenter,” he said to himself.
“It looks great, Woodpecker,” Elena said behind him. He turned slightly to see his wife come up the stairs with a glass of lemonade for him. “Are you sure it won’t be too sharp for his fingers?”
“Completely safe.” He tucked the sample under his arm and wiped his hands just as Ramiro came passing through the hall with Pedro.
“Hey, perfect timing. Ramiro, mijo, I just finished your name. Come give it a try.”
His son approached his father’s voice, and he felt for the familiar frame of his door his father was working on. When he found the braille and traced his fingers along the bumps, he didn’t need to see his father’s beaming smile to know he was full of pride.
“Wow, I can’t believe it,” he said.
“Your dad’s practically a pro right?” He took the lemonade from Elena to take a sip.
“I can’t believe you’d say this about Abuela Alma.”
“What?” Bruno’s face flushed and he practically choked on the drink.
“Oh, wow, this is very inappropriate!” Ramiro brought his hand to his mouth in shock. “I’ll have to wash my hands after reading such filth.”
“But - but I followed exactly what they did for me.” Bruno looked at the sample again. “What did they say?”
“Oh, it’s so horrible, I can’t repeat it!” Ramiro walked away again with Pedro who was trying not to snicker. “I can’t believe you’d say such things on the walls of Casita-” Even he couldn’t keep from laughing when he heard Pedro cackling.
Bruno turned red when Elena hid her own snicker and put her hand on his arm to steady him.
“He gets his acting chops from you, amor,” she said.
