There’s a strange moment of disconnect between one thought and the next. It left him stumbling on numb legs.
He turned his body around and stood there, statuelike.
The world was made of fire.
It raged across the sky in blazing scarlet and gold. Giant wings reaching out to cover everything.
He tipped his head back and stared up at the parachute of light arching above him.
I’m going to die. The thought was spoken in a calm voice that rang through his ears as clearly as if they’d been outside of his own head.
It followed him as he ducked and ran and fought his way out of a city fallen to madness.
He came out of his fire with a starburst scar across the apple of his right cheek and an ankle that liked to pop when he walked. But he was alive and he could move to a suburban area and start a new life as a stay-at-home dad.
The woman he married was a dedicated career woman that had lokked startled by his offered Contract before agreeing.
The relationship wasn’t real, but he knew that he was a catch just on his looks alone.
It was kind of why he dressed as a farmer hipster when he wasn’t working. It was all plaid shirts, unshaven cheeks, and wildly tawsled hair.
He knew he was a hot mess. He could see the eyes that followed him around. It was why he’d switched to wearing glasses.
Add in Chucky, and suddenly he was the single dad that all kinds of women wanted to fix up.
Sometimes it made him laugh, when he was home alone with the sleeping baby. He would be watching TV in the living room, maybe smoking a little Calm and Cool, and he’d … Read the rest “Fill? 01 – on a gun”