Sandra Elliott was shopping in town when she realised that something had changed. At first she thought it was something outside - a building had been knocked down, perhaps, or a road re-routed while she had been away. But it was more than that. For a dizzy moment she wondered if she had been transported into a parallel world, where everything was only nearly the same as the one she knew, and that in this world everyone had three legs or two heads or something bizarre like that.
But then she realised that it wasn’t anything around her at all; it was something inside. She had changed. But how?
She continued on her day, puzzled, but unalarmed. It was only as she was hurrying out of the supoermarket and pushed a small child out of her way that she began to have an inkling what was going on. The child fell to the floor and Sandra, without even thinking about it, trampled on its arm as she made her way out.
The child creamed in pain. "So sorry!" said Sandra automatically, and hurried away before the mother could confront her. But she wasn't sorry. That was the thing. She didn't care about it one little bit.