“I see you got one of those tablet things!”
A disembodied voice suddenly brings me back to the present and momentarily I am disoriented as to where it is coming from. My subconscious takes note of my potentially fatal mistake of letting my constant state of alertness over the last 48 hours be blunted by my first feeling of hope since this whole nightmare began. I’m not free yet!
“I see you got one of those tablet things!” the voice again drawls beside me and I realise it is coming from the heavyset, elderly man in seat 6B beside me. I mumble something in return realising I have a “talker” beside me, and dig into my jeans pocket for my earphones.
“Don’t use one me-self, but I tell ya, the youth of today . . .” the man’s voices trails off as I turn up the volume on “Bad Moon Rising” from my Creedence Clearwater Revival greatest hits album.
As I listen to the lyrics, I whisper the Polish word odpukać and touch my head. A superstition passed down from my late mother whenever I have foreboding thought. This time about what the reaction will be from the only person who has believed in me from the very first time I published my blog, my now infamous blog that I could have never foreseen to have caused so much change in my life and my physical appearance. Will he still believe in me?
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