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Infinity 5.

Jack Kelly awoke somewhere over northern Arizona as the 757 aircraft made its way into Pacific time zone.  Yawning with a stretch, he unbuckled his seat belt and scratched his head.  He thanked God that the two seats next to him were unoccupied, leaving plenty of room to stretch out and attempt comfort.  Jack exhausted about ten different positions until he shrugged a defeated sigh and slid open his iPhone.  He had missed more news!  And was unable to tweet!  The travesty of the situation pummeled him with a soft whimper while he scrolled through the very latest… Continue reading “Infinity 5.” »

a prologue

“The unreal is more powerful than the real, because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. Because its only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die. But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on.” – Chuck Palahniuk

 

The red neon lights of the Melrose Diner flickered on the humid corner of Broad and Snyder Street.  I was alone again, tired, wielding a cigarette and peering through fog covered glass listening to melodic sounds of clinking forks and a familiar 1950’s tune, earth-angel, resounding from the juke box.  Sighing for the ninetieth time, I rubbed my bloodshot eyes and tried to remember the last time I slept.  Two hours ago I left Cape May in a car that’s air conditioner broke, so I could be here at this obscure hour to meet someone who needed to “give me a story.”  Usually I know who I’m going to set up an interview with, at least I get a name and some general background information but with this I didn’t have anything.  Which is odd to begin with, but it was even stranger that I kind of glumly agreed to it, as if in a daze.  I guess I figured I had nothing to lose, considering my rather desperate situation.

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