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Friends of d’Game
Chapter 1
Gary is looking at his computer researching what he could find out about everything that is going on with himself and his friends. What an arduous task. Surely impossible but still something he’s driven to research. He has reached the age where his friends and friends of friends have started dying. There was a time when it was his parents friends but now its become very real and very personal. As he’s typing away on the search screens, he takes a sip of his coffee, sits back in his chair and realizes that its dead quiet. He mutes the TV, gets up with coffee still in hand and walks to the window. There is an uncanny stillness in the air. He opens the window and for a second it’s as quiet outside as it is inside. The silence is broken by the shock wave of the explosion. The sky changes color to yellow, then red and then brown.
Quickly closing the window, he looks at his computer screen, changes the search page to the local tv news station website. Refreshing the screen a couple of times, the news comes up. There is an explosion at the local chemical company. Damn good thing, he’s thinking. It isn’t the end of the world bomb he’s first thinking it is. Gary is so wrapped up in conspiracy theories. The current economic climate has the world all tied up. Economies are so tied together that the ‘recession’ has impacted the world as the Internet knows it. Major energy companies are making money on pure speculations they call futures. Major mainstay companies always considered to the heart of America and the world are all folding or failing. Banks all over the world are either failing or getting help, or, getting bought out just to be someone else’s problem.
He calls his friend, Bergeré, to see if he’s ok. Cell phones are such a blessing now, instant communication – as long as the other person answers, voicemail is so bothersome.
“B, how are you?”
“Hey Bro! I’m ok, how are you? Hell of a blast, huh?”
“The uncanny part is the dead quiet I noticed before it happened. There were no bird sounds, no dogs barking, no nothing. Did you notice?”
“Not at all. I was busy doin’ stuff.”
“Everything ok over there?”
“It’s all ok bro.”
“Ok then I’ll talk to you later.”
“later…”
Gary goes back to searching profound nothingness. There is an answer; somewhere there is an answer.
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