Alison had always had a sneaking suspicion that that she was missing something. The people around her had always been able to connect on a level she couldn’t, and until today, she had never been able to figure out why. It was like she existed inside a glass bubble. She could see life happening around her, and she could interact with everything. Yet, somehow, that easy connection that everyone else seemed to have, she was missing it.
Today she figured out why.
“I have to tell you something,” Jodie, her roommate said, quietly. Her eyes were downcast suddenly the carpet. “Normal people can—oh I mean, it’s not that you aren’t normal, but well, everyone else I should say, see, they can hear each other’s thoughts.”
Alison burst out laughing. “Oh sure they can.” She gave Jodie a playful punch on the arm.
But Jodie didn’t laugh. “No seriously, nor—most people are telepathic, but there are some, like you, who are, well, handicap. That is, you can’t.” Her hands were waving animatedly in front of her as she spoke.
“So you’ve been able to hear what I’m thinking?” Alison arched her eyebrow at her.
“See, that’s the thing. Before last week, no. Most people who aren’t telepathic are also unable to project their thoughts. Which is kind of great, because it would suck if everyone could hear you thoughts, but you couldn’t hear them.” Her hands were still moving rapidly in front of her.
“Ah, I see,” Alison said. “So you can’t hear my thoughts, so none of this is provable. How convenient.” She rolled her eyes as she stood up.
“But that’s the thing, until last week, I couldn’t hear you. But today, I can.” Her voice grew quieter and quieter as she spoke.
Alison sighed as she walked to front door. “I have to get to work.” We’re not in grade school anymore. How gullible do you think I am?
“I don’t think your gullible at all. That’s why I knew this was going to be difficult.”
Alison, turned and narrowed her eyes at Jodie. Lucky guess. Obviously that’s what I’d be thinking.
“It wasn’t a lucky guess. I can hear you,” Jodie said.
Alright, why tell me know?
“Like I said, now I can hear your thoughts. I think that means so can everyone else. I had to tell you! I’m your friend. I couldn’t let you go out there without knowing the truth. I should have told you soon, but I just wasn’t sure until now.”
“Jodie, I’m sorry, but I really don’t have time for this. I have to go.” Alison huffed as she grabbed her purse and keys from the back door.
I always knew Jodie was a bit different, but now she’s going bat-shit crazy.
“I heard that!” she called from the kitchen.
Alison rolled her eyes, still not believing her. “Of course you did,” she mumbled as she closed the door behind her. “But then, you didn’t actually say what it was that you heard, now did you?”
Out on the street, she began to walk to work, when someone called out from behind: “Alison! Hi, how are you?”
She spun around and saw Edgar striding towards her looking amazing as per usual. He grinned as he approached her
You are just gorgeous. Too bad you have a girlfriend.
His easy grin flickered and he paused misstep for half a second. “Are you feeling okay?”
“Of course, why do you ask?” How bad did she look to warrant that question?
“No it’s just, um, never mind.” He grinned again.
Marry me and have my children.
His eyes widened and he started to mumble incoherently.
Suddenly, Jodie’s warning from earlier came back to her and a deep blush slowly crept up her neck.
But that’s crazy. He can’t—
“I have to go. Nice seeing you.” He tripped over his feet and nearly ran into a pole in his rush to get away from her.
She wandered into a nearby coffee shop to grab a tea, deep in thought as she went. Jodie had certainly done a number on her brain this morning. Maybe she was gullible after all.
When she got the register, the woman at the till gave her a sympathetic smile. “My niece can’t hear either.” She patted Alison’s arm sympathetically. “I know how hard it must be.”
“I can hear just fine,” Alison said, confused.
“No, I meant, oh never mind.” She busied herself grabbing Alison’s tea.
That was weird.
She stared at the woman’s back as she poured hot water into her cup. The woman was wearing a hideous stripped shirt that clashed loudly with her purple stretch pants. It was not a flattering look in Alison’s opinion.
The woman whirled around and slammed the cup on the counter. “Well, no one asked you.” She turned to the next customer as Alison quickly grabbed some nearby napkins to wipe up the slosh from the cup.
I’m so sorry!
She fled feeling embarrassed and shameful.
What was happening?
* * *
I wrote this story based on a weird fear I sometimes have when I’m talking to people. I’ll be chatting when suddenly the thought will pop into my head of, “oh no, what if they can hear my thoughts? What if everyone is telepathic, but somehow I wasn’t born with that gene and they’ve all just agreed not to tell me.”
To be fair, I said it was weird. I didn’t say it was rational 😉