Igor

Igor had been on television, on a talk-show. He had sat beside his mother who translated for the talk show host. The audience had seemed amused. Soon afterward he had been invited to take part in a medical documentary, but his mother had objected.

Igor had never had a girlfriend. He enjoyed star-gazing with his telescope. The stars were soothing; comprehensible in a way nothing on Earth was, the very opposite of people. Living backward – walking, talking, capable only of backward motion, from birth, Igor was yet more often happy than sad. He had his mother. He had been on television.