Excerpt from Chapter 11Published June 17, 2018
On his way home one evening, Bruce stopped to pick up something to
eat. While crossing the street, he sensed his hearing slipping away. He
had to sit or hide before the block-out occurred in front of strangers,
so he quickly sat at a bus stop.
Blurry vision caused him to stagger as he sat down. The surrounding
scenery transformed itself. People walked in all directions on a busy street,
but their faces weren’t clear. Long cars like the one he had seen in his first
block-out in the supermarket went past him. Images of his father’s old car
magazines popped into his head again.
“Hey, Chickenneck, isn’t it late for you to be out? You better get on home
before your aunt comes looking for you,” a woman said to him.