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The sidewalk felt warm to their hands and knees. Not even warm, really. More like walking on a cloud—smooth and airy, if that made sense. Big people walked past them, without even so much as a glance downward at the little infant crawling around unaccompanied. They reached out with one hand, eyes drooping. “Ma….Ma,” they moaned, words garbled. Nobody stopped. They looked around again, and again reached out. “Da…Da…” they whispered. “Ma… Ma….” Still, the people did not stop. Once more they extended heir fingers, this time grasping with their ...
“Help!” I yelled as my right hand throbbed to the point that my fingers grew numb. “Somebody help us!” My own voice didn’t sound loud at all. It sounded more like someone who had never spoken a word in his life and had just now found his voice. “HELP!” a nearby female voice screamed. Now she was LOUD, such that her voice bounced off the walls! I looked across the room at the woman, light-skinned and dark-haired like me, only her hair was long and wavy. Her feet were bare like mine, and she was wearing a flowery leotard. Her right arm was bou...
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