Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Married Male - MM1



You drive home in your Lexus like a robot.  Nothing registers other than stopping, starting.  Rolling with the traffic is automatic.  You pull in your driveway, but leave the car out.  You don’t feel like putting the car in.  Maybe you’ll go out to dinner tonight…

“Hi honey,” you yell as you come in the door.

“I’m here,” you hear coming from the kitchen.  You walk to her and put your arms around her saying, “I love you.”

“What’s wrong?” she asks.

“Dear, let’s sit down.  We need to talk…”

2 comments:

  1. Hello Mr. Vance,
    I have been following your blog Two Minute Conservative every day for several months now. I very much look forward to the Apocalypse Asteroid.

    Thank you for your good works
    JL

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  2. Thank you so much. I have not done more work on this due to a lack of time and this kind of sci-fi story is of little interest to me other than the dynamics it sets up, i.e. the opportunities to put people in really bizarre situations and then write them through them, but I hope to get back to it some time soon.

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