This started with a walk through a parking lot and a gimmick: take the first word that came to mind and start typing (with my thumbs… like most posts these days, all I had was my phone when I started). I typed this a couple weeks ago and obviously hadn’t posted it. I wasn’t going to. I didn’t / don’t particularly like it… repetitive, uninspired, short, obvious…
People never get used to the unexpected.
At the height of the terrorism scare of the early twenty-first century, uncertainty was the only constant. Governments raised alarms on anniversaries and holidays, only to find the biggest threat was sowing complacency. They fortified airports, so terroists turned to subways and buses.
Fearing “weapons of mass destruction,” security efforts…
This is my first attempt at fiction since the mid-1980s… unless you count exaggeration. What the heck. I thought I’d try something different.
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No.
His eyes were closed. He was shaking his head, willing disbelief, and not succeeding.
Please God, no.
Another book was missing from his shelf.
He never knew for sure when it happened first.
Jack was looking for one of his favorite…