Part 1?
The gun shop. Why am I here? The very last place I expected to be. Not sure where I’ve ended up, but it doesn’t feel new. Just different. Scary. Maybe not scary, but tense. It’s dark outside, maybe raining. I can see the barbed wire-topped fence through the partially boarded windows when lightning strikes. The man behind the counter is talking to me, but he’s not trying to sell me a weapon. I feel like we’re friends. I trust him. He has a pepper-grinder of a voice, though. Each grating syllable makes me think he needs to clear his throat. The knowledge that there are several other people here floods me. This isn’t just a gun shop. It’s a shelter, a bunker. Things must be worse than I initially thought. Has war come to this world? How long have I been gone? Am I even the same person? I must be. It couldn’t have been that long. I feel the same, too. Mostly. I noticed the man behind the counter has stopped speaking and was eyeing me with a concerned look. “Sorry, Dane,” I say, catching my voice, his name emerging from my memory like a hatching snake from its egg. “Lost in my thoughts.” “Uh-huh, sure,” he replies, rolling his eyes. His hands are busy with wiping down an apparently dismantled fire-arm on the counter-top in front of him. “Anyway,” he says, “Do you think that this will really make them come to their senses and drop martial law?” Images and memories come rushing to the forefront of my mind. The incident at the plant, the rising opposition groups, my involvement. And you. You. Of all the people throughout this life, you. After so long, and so much, there is you. For having known you, I will never be the same. I’m not sure if that is good or bad, or if I’m even remembering it all properly. So many things can get mixed up sometimes. Of which you are acutely aware, I’m sure. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- wtf i don't even For real, though, I don't. Nor did I not. But I really did. Maybe I'll tell everyone about it sometime, but it's so whacked out! Not sure if I'll continue it. I plan to, but who knows. And no, that did not take me over a month to write. =D My oldest daughter turned four recently. We enrolled her in a little tennis class at the local county rec center. It's crazy that she is growing up so, that time seems to be going so fast. Time flies when you're having fun, right?
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