Once again, Wednesday has arrived, and with it our fearless ringmaster, Rochelle has donned her red coat and top hat, “Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls”, she announces with a crack of her whip. Issuing the challenge to join her at the circus known as Friday Fictioneers. https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/. Under her discipline we climb to the high wire to present a story in approximately 100 words.
Other acrobats have posted, their back-flips and somersaults can be found here: http://www.inlinkz.com/new/view.php?id=623923
This week’s picture courtesy of Kent Bonham led me down a path that my grandson walks each day.
Brett is autistic, although reading and writing are skills he has not mastered in his 21 years, he can speak, articulating some of the effects of his condition.
April is Autism Awareness Month. I dedicate this little tale to Brett and all who deal with Autism, in its many guises. Maybe it will raise awareness a bit as well. I can hope.
“Sensory overload” the therapist calls it, “meltdown” in layman’s terms.
People gather around, invading the circle of ‘personal space’, gesturing, talking.
Afraid to approach.
But too near and too loud for the boy.
No matter what, he hears it all. There are no filters.
No way to block the beating
The words have form and substance, invisible,battering.
They swirl around, floating shapes, sweeping in, crushing.
Rhythms pound, hammers in his mind.
Varied tones stab like knives.
He has to close it off! It has to stop!
And so, he sits on the floor, rocking.
Withdrawn, locked in his alternate universe,
Forced to submission by the weaponry of sound.