Synergy

By Jessi Hammond

Brock has moved to a small town in rural Victoria to prove to his over-protective parents, and himself, that he can manage his epilepsy.

But there is a mystery surrounding his new home. Who made a mess of his shed? Who is the little girl in the photo?

Brock needs to find some answers before he too becomes a victim…

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kincaid Publishing
• Release date: Jul 1, 2016
• ISBN: 9781533746795

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Brock has moved to a small town in rural Victoria to prove to his over-protective parents, and himself, that he can manage his epilepsy.

But there is a mystery surrounding his new home. Who made a mess of his shed? Who is the little girl in the photo?

Brock needs to find some answers before he too becomes a victim…

Synergy

One

Brock blinked, and sighed with resignation at the long beige streak on the pale blue wall.

Most of the wall was painted perfectly. He’d taped the whole lounge room up the night before, taking the time to get the masking tape exactly along the edge of the cornices and the skirting board, knowing that his chances of having a seizure were less at night. He’d come out this morning and had his two slices of toast with tomato for breakfast. Then he’d taken his Keppra and waited half an hour for the medication to fully kick in before he even opened the paint tin and picked up his roller.

And now he’d had what he called a ‘zone-out’, a couple of seconds, maybe a minute, where he’d probably been standing immobile, his face slack. His hands had probably dropped slowly to his sides, letting the paint-filled roller slant along the unpainted part of the wall like a giant beige caterpillar.

At least it had landed on the drop-sheets he’d spread across the floor to protect the dark wooden boards. And it hadn’t hit the skirting either.

Brock glanced at his watch. Only 9.37am. Damn. Usually the first seizure hit somewhere around eleven. He bent down to pick up the roller and set it against the wall again, using long strokes to obliterate that telltale streak.

Hopefully he should be able to get the rest of this room painted before he zoned out again.

Two

Brock had battled epilepsy for most of his life.

He’d been diagnosed at age four, after he’d had a seizure at his daycare. Three years of doctor’s visits, different medications and one ambulance ride to the hospital at age seven, sirens howling, had taught him and his