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We got home with the sun coming up. Time was weird along the Vayland Road I guess; by the clock in the kitchen my part had been only about 24 hours. It seemed longer.
Dad was… well, no, he’s wasn’t alright, but he made it; he wasn’t talking about it much, and I suppose I knew why as well as anyone. It was just the way life worked and you dealt with it even when it got strange.
There weren’t happily ever afters, because it’s never really the end, is it?
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06:15 AM, 07.28.02
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Comments
you know, i think i liked it :)
posted by dust, July 28, 2002 08:44 AM
Doyce, my friend...I love it. Now I want to read MORE!!!
posted by Sekimori, July 28, 2002 09:28 AM
Erg. Chills.
Good good good...
you write more soon?
(after sleep)
posted by jenn, July 28, 2002 09:37 AM
Yeah, "it's never really the end, is it?" So in the sequel, everyone loads up with guns and grenades, except the dwarf and the Japanese ogre thing. Then, with mom driving the specially armored Humvee, and Dad on the 50-cal ...
posted by *** Dave, July 28, 2002 12:06 PM
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