Fragments Chapter 20 Page 10

He hears a whistle and his entire mind pauses to listen. Everything is quiet for a moment and all he can hear is his own heart beating as he searches for the source of the sound. Another short whistle. Somebody was clearly trying to catch his attention. But who? He doesn’t even want to think so he can focus on the sound and suddenly a hushed voice calls out to him: Hey, over here!

He can’t see who it is though and wonders if this is his imagination playing tricks on him. Another short whistle and a small yellow ball of light drops to the ground on the opposite side of the street. Definitely not his imagination. A beacon calling out to him. A reference point for his balance. A glow stick.

His imagination continues jabbering away however, as if