Eu li um conto em uma antologia difícil. Isso foi há alguns anos em uma biblioteca da faculdade, e tenho certeza de que o livro foi reencaminhado; então a história pode ser velha, como nos anos 80, mas eu não tenho certeza.
Isso é "Darkness" ("Escuridão" do escritor brasileiro < a href="http://www.isfdb.org/cgi-bin/ea.cgi?11686"> André Carneiro . Eu tenho isso em Nova 2 , uma antologia de capa dura de 1972 editada por Harry Harrison ; outra possibilidade é Melhor SF: 1972 por Harry Harrison e Brian W. Aldiss .
Na história, a terra começa a escurecer lentamente e fica totalmente escura
Waldas accepted the reality of the phenomenon a little later than the others. Only on the second day, when everybody was commenting on the growing darkness and the dimming of the lights did he admit it was true. An old lady was shouting that the world was coming to an end. People gathered in little groups, most of them offering metaphysical explanations, mixed with the scientific commentaries from the papers.
por três dias.
Foi mais que isso:
During the early hours of the eighteenth day they were awakened by shouts of joy and animation. One of the refugees who hadn't been able to go to sleep had felt a difference in the atmosphere. He climbed the ladder outside the house.
There was a pale red ball on the horizon.
O personagem principal evita a anarquia que se segue
Armed with a crowbar from his toolbox, he was leaving his shelter to steal food. It was frightening to think what he might encounter. The darkness had erased all distinctions.
quando ele encontra um grupo de pessoas cegas que aprenderam a viver na escuridão.
The blind men finished distributing the full sacks, suitcases, and boxes for the trip. Waldas, standing still and useless, thought about how many times he had passed these men with their dark glasses, their white canes, their heads fixed, always facing forward. True, he always gave them a brief thought of pity. Ah, if he had only known then how one day they would become the magic protectors, capable of saving other beings, beings made of flesh, muscles, thoughts, and with useless eyes, the same as theirs.
Acho que o autor era brasileiro, mas não tenho 100% de certeza.
Ele é brasileiro, tudo bem. Você pode ler a biografia dele em A Enciclopédia de Ficção Científica ou (em Português) Wikipedia .