[ WP ] You have perfect eyesight in both eyes , however one eye sees everything as it is and the other can see the dead .

Orph stooped to pick up the sack of letters. He adjusted the eyepatch he wore over his left eye -- the oculus sinister -- and threw the sack over his shoulder. Heavier than it had been before, Orph struggled to adjust the weight until it felt comfortable. Veins on the back of his hands rippled when he heaved, the combined weight of a thousand letters pressing into the small of his back. 
 
 
 The postman that delivered to Orph's house had long ago given up trying to understand why the man received so much post. The letters came bundled together with elastic bands, too large to fit through the slot in the door. Orph had grown used to waiting in his dressing gown with a cup of coffee for himself, and a travel cup for the postman, ready to complete the handover in the small hours of the morning. 
 
 
 By the time Orph had left the city behind, climbing up the steep mountain track, sweat poured down his face and his back burned from the weight. Cicadas still buzzed, and the sun had not yet risen above the brow of the scrubby mountain, but the day promised to be warm. A prickly pear plant blocked the entrance to the cave. Inconspicuous to the many passers-by that used the mountain trail to exercise, or walk their dogs, the cave grew out of the yellow rock naturally. It could have been just another odd hump of ground, but Orph knew it for what it was. 
 
 
 
 He switched the eyepatch to his right eye -- the oculus dexter -- and descended into the cool of the dank cave. Steps marked the way, but the left eye, already used to darkness, allowed him to see clearly. A hundred steps down, the cicadas could no longer be heard. The sun's heat had dissipated and moisture dripped down the grey walls of the passage. 
 
 
 
 Orph saw the first wraith swim out of the darkness toward him. The feet, lost in mist, drifted some inches off the ground, and the features of the face were blurred and indistinct. 
 
 
 `` I think I've got something for you,'' Orph said cheerfully. He swung the sack of letters off his shoulder and rooted around in it for a moment. 
 
 
 
 `` Here,'' he handed over the bundle of letters. `` Your kid's doing great. I think she sent one herself this time.'' 
 
 
 
 The wraith took the bundle with insubstantial fingers. It slid the elastic band from around them and held them up to its mouth, dotting a kiss on the paper. 
 
 
 
 Orph nodded. `` You're welcome, buddy.'' 
 
 
 
 Time hung in the Underworld, and during his journey, Orph lost count of the wraiths he met. The sack grew lighter and lighter, divested of its contents, until he could swing it in his hand. Only one letter remained, and he had written it himself. 
 
 
 The steps continued ever downwards, until even Orph's adjusted left eye could discern no light. In the pitch darkness, he could only hear his own breathing and it was there he waited until the wraith he came to see drifted towards him. She seemed to exude her own gentle light, shimmering like the wick of a candle. Her hands were clasped together and her features remained as clear as day to him. 
 
 
 
 `` Hey,'' he said softly. He dug in the sack to find the last letter, withdrawing it with shaking hands. The wraith stretched out her hand for it and their fingers brushed momentarily. Orph knew he would feel no warmth from her, but his heart still fell when he touched her and her hands misted around his. `` I've got one for you.'' 
 
 
 The wraith took her letter and her features ghosted into what could have been a smile. 
 
 
 Returning to the surface, Orph readjusted the eyepatch and wiped his face, brushing away what a passer-by might have taken for tears.
