Story #713

The problem with the apocalypse was there was no single event.

You couldn’t say, “where were you when . . ..” The day the asteroid hit. The day they nuked Milan. The towers fell. They shot JR. Or Kennedy. Our apocalypse was a creeping end. Like zombies, or carpet beetles.

Instead, we talked about the clowns .

Tonight Julie is on about the fucking clowns. I hated the clowns. We all hated the clowns. But it’s over, I mean, why do we have to keep hashing it over?

“And do you remember her book? Going Maverick? Do you remember that?”

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Title by: Nick
Story by: Mark A. Rayner

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