What if you could hear what people were thinking, but had no control?
What if you hear someone screaming for help but it’s only in your head?
Welcome to Miles’s Wednesday afternoon.
Burdened with the gift of “hearing”, he has to ask himself if he is the only person who can find, react and help whoever’s thoughts he heard, or if he’d finally just gone insane, and the voices had all been his… All along.
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Chapter 1 – Part 1 – But, what if?
“I hate Wednesdays. But it’s a self-inflicted hatred, so I could fix it, I just… don’t.’’
Miles put on his headphones and turned the music up. Anything that would block out the sound of the outside world before he headed out into it. It didn’t matter how loud the music was though, whenever he got close enough to a person, he would hear what they were thinking.
Over the years, he’d learnt to ignore most of it, but it was always there. A whisper in the background of whatever he listened to, and if more than four people stood around him while he waited to cross a street, or in a line somewhere, it would start to become too much. The staff at his local grocery store, had often seen him step out of line if it got too busy. He’d pick up his basket and go reinvestigate the veggie aisles again, or peruse the butchery window, wherever had the least amount of people is where you would find Miles.
He hadn’t always been that way, but, as he had gotten older, and the voices had gotten louder, he had begun to spend more and more time locked away. But he liked people, or at least the idea of people, so he tried to stay in touch with his family and his best friend Gilbert, but only via computers or phone. He liked to communicate that way. He liked not knowing what people thought. Even though it was digital, and he often couldn’t see the people he was talking to. To him it felt more organic, more real.