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Suddenly like a bolt of lightning I had a flash

I’m starting to notice things more. I’m starting to pay attention to things. Most of the time, when I pick something up about someone, it starts off as something really subtle. A vibration or a sound or a smell or some disturbance around them. Something draws my attention. Over the last few days, instead of trying to block all that out because I’m afraid of it, I’ve tried to take the time to pay attention to it.

A couple days ago, I saw a lady walking down the street and I could tell that something was happening. It was just that thing, where it’s almost like she has a spotlight on her, but there’s no real extra light around her. She’s just brighter. I decided to tune into it. So I followed her for a couple of blocks as she was walking toward the grocery store.

The more I paid attention to her, the brighter she got. And there was some kind of noise, like a really low hum of some sort. All of a sudden, out of the corner of my eye, I saw something else bright. It was a delivery truck. It was a small truck like the size of a FedEx or UPS truck. It was brighter than all the other trucks around it.

I looked closer and saw that the driver was on his cellphone. It was a red light and he was having an obviously heated conversation with somebody. Suddenly, like a bolt of lightning, I had a flash. I saw the woman in the road and I saw the truck turning the corner toward her, the driver unaware that she was in front of him. Just before the truck hit her, I snapped out of it or woke up or came back into the present somehow.

The truck was still sitting at the red light. The woman was still on the curb. Nothing bad had happened. But I knew it was going to. There was no way I could get to the woman in time. There was no way I could get to the truck in time. I shouted at the old woman but she never heard me. She took her first, wobbly step off the curb and started across the street. The driver’s opposing light turned yellow but he was still jabbering away on his phone, animated, arms flying around.

I looked at my feet, found an egg sized rock, turned, stooped and grabbed it. I hurled it as hard as I could at his driver’s side window. It struck true, right next to his head. I don’t know how it didn’t break the glass. It made the most God-awful racket. It was just enough. I caught his attention. He was so startled he dropped his phone.

The guy snapped his head toward me, angry and searching for the culprit. He found me and made eye contact. I stared at him and he stared at me. The light turned green but he didn’t notice. I held his gaze and we went from steaming mad to puzzled. Like he couldn’t why I was just standing there, staring at him. In my peripheral vision, I saw the old lady get safely onto the opposite curb.

I turned away from the truck and started to walk back in the opposite direction. He watched me for a second and then realized that the light was green. He took his foot off the brake and then jammed it down again as the light turned yellow. He lurched to a stop and looked back toward me. The old lady walked into the grocery store. And I went home.



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Benito BarcenasLike a bolt of lighting, I had a flash