Stopover

What will the world be like, the day after Tomorrow, for the lonely ones who will have talents that others will half fear, half envy? William Gerken describes this strange world in which young and old will have to find new values and pursue new dreams, as they search for the answer....
When he opened the door to the shed that day, and saw the axe suspended in mid-air, he understood what was wrong.
He had been living with us for a week before I found out he was a Lifter. Even the discovery was an accident. I had started for the store, but then remembered a chore I wanted him to do. I heard the sounds of wood-chopping coming from the shed, so I went behind the house to the small wooden structure. I must have gasped or something, because he turned around to look at me, dropping the axe he had poised over a block of wood as he turned. Only he hadn't been holding the axe; it had been hanging in mid-air without support.
The first time I saw him was when he knocked on my door. I don't think I'll ever forget how he looked—tall and thin, old clothes and older shoes, an unruly mop of blond hair. It was only when I looked at his face that I realized that he was more than a mere boy of eighteen or nineteen. The tired lines around his mouth, the sad, mature look in his eyes, the stoop already evident in his young shoulders; he had been forced to mature too quickly, and seemed to have knowledge a boy his age had no right to be burdened with.
I—I was wondering if I might get a bite to eat, sir, he said.
I grinned. No matter how he looked, he was no different from anyone else his age where food was concerned. Sure; come on in and rest a spell, I told him. Marty, can you fix a plate of something? We've got a guest. Marty—my wife—glanced through the kitchen doorway. After a cursory look at the boy, she smiled at him and went back to work.
Sit down, son, you look pretty done-in. Come far today?
He nodded. Guess it shows, huh? he said, brushing the road dust from his trousers.