Kyle was sitting in his wheelchair. Where else would he be? Not out skateboarding or running around the block, that's for sure. Then again, when people looked at Kyle, all they saw was the wheelchair. They had no idea who he was, or what he could do.
In a way, Kyle felt sorry for those people. When the Black Time came, Kyle's Mindstream was going to be a whole lot more useful than everyone else's legs. What good were legs, anyway, when there was no place to run?
Not that Kyle was looking forward to that day when the world turned black and the air swallowed itself; but at least then, people would look at Kyle with admiration and even envy. No more pity. And pity was the one thing Kyle couldn't stand.
Ann Malaspina is from Ridgewood, NJ and writes fiction and nonfiction for children.
© 2008 Ann Malaspina. Original for CCF (Malaspina grants CCF first electronic rights for one month; CCF may archive the material indefinitely and include it in an eBook anthology).
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