An essay...
"My son collapsed in a writhing heap and twitched in some kind of seeming possession. He retreated from the world, and I could simply stand and watch. Or lie down with him and watch. Caress him, take his hand, kiss him…and watch. There was nothing I could do. I was paralyzed myself, and could only wait for the moment of his release, unable to help him. He was alone, floating through his seizure, voyaging through a terrible half-minute of electrification."
"Fathers, Sons, and Seizures" is available as an e-essay. Terence Clarke's new novel, The Splendid City, will be published early next year.