It always happened to him. Something occurred. He saw it but couldn’t think of it for several seconds, and then couldn’t act upon it for several seconds more.
It ruined sports and games, or anything that required participation. “Pay attention,” people yelled. “Why are you so slow?”
He didn’t know and couldn’t answer. And when the lights changed from red to green and he couldn’t press on the gas pedal to go, all the honking behind him did nothing to change anything.
Michael Seidel, writer 
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