My Name Is Anton

by Catherine Ryan Hyde

Anton waited, doing nothing. Thinking nothing. Looking at nothing. It was a luxury—one he would miss when he was gone from here. The medication made it possible to hang in a state of stasis. He had never experienced anything like it before. It amounted to a much-needed vacation from his ever-present stress.

How many chances like this do you get in one life? We’ll give it a go.”