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The First Day... Part Two
2007-04-20 01:16:00
He was never so relieved to pull into the parking lot behind the fire station. Red Rock?s Station House Three was actually only the second fire station currently open, House Two having closed three years back. Located on Darby Road, the fire station served the entire community past the railroad tracks up to the city limits to the west. House One covered the area east of the tracks all the way to the shoreline bordering the Detroit River. Thanks to three industrial giants who made Red Rock, Michigan their home for manufacturing plants, the city was able to keep abreast of some of the newer firefighting technologies, although the Fire Department was still awaiting word on the latest infrared equipment. Roy wasn?t the only one in the department to hope that they would get the funding to pay for it, as infrared would make it so much easier to locate victims trapped in a heavily smoke-filled building.Looking up at the old brick building with its ancient watchtower keeping an eye on ...
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The First Day of the Rest of Their Lives, Part One
2007-04-17 01:49:00
?You never know what?s going to happen.?"You don?t, do you???Let me go,? he whimpered, collapsing against the headboard.Marie.Roy half-lay, half-sat there for several minutes, the cold sweaty terror of the nightmare still gripping him. He blinked the tears from his eyes as he slowly came to his senses, his gaze wandering cruelly around the room she had decorated with her own hands. The patchwork quilt she had sewn by hand, the mauve and blue curtains she had bought at a yard sale and restored to almost new, the delicate perfume bottles on her dresser. Marie was everywhere here, and he couldn?t yet bring himself to pack her things away.God, just a little over a week after her death, and already this house was driving him crazy. When the captain had called the night before, Roy was grateful to tell him that he?d be returning to work the next day. Sanders had hesitated, reminded him that he didn?t have to return to duty just yet, he still had over two weeks? worth of leave accumul...
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The Funeral, Part Two
2007-04-01 03:49:00
The setting sun bloodied the swings, scorched the slides as Kelly wandered around the elementary school playground. When things got tough, she usually found herself there, yearning for something lost, searching for answers. But no matter how many times she came, she never got any answers. Just a bunch of disappointment and dog shit on her shoes.She sat down on the merry-go-round and gave herself a rough push. The world swirled around her, made her dizzy, but at least she was feeling something. All day, she?d had this horrible numbness, this sense of unreality, like she was only a character in someone else?s dream. During the funeral, she?d kept waiting for that someone to wake up, to set her free, but everytime she blinked, the casket had still been there. And everyone around her had been able to cry.She wished she could.More than anything, she wished she could forget the way she?d come upon the accident scene, had watched the flames engulf her mother?s car. Everything had l...
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The Funeral, Part One
2007-03-27 22:02:00
The flames are all long goneBut the pain lingers on.--Pink Floyd, ?Goodbye, Blue Sky?The warm air choked him like smoke.Roy glanced toward the brutal sun, saw its white fire wrap around the smooth wooden casket where his beloved wife lay. In the movies, it always rained during funerals. Of all days, it had to be sunny on this one, during Marie?s funeral. There was something unnatural about the whole thing. Hell, this whole autumn had been unnatural. Temperatures had soared into the upper seventies for many days at a time without even a hint of the snows to come.Today, it was nearly eighty.He ignored the drone of the priest as he looked down at his fraternal twin daughters, both of them with their heads bowed. Krissy cried openly, a tissue pressed into her nose as she snorted, the tears streaming down her cheeks, dropping softly onto her crisp black dress. She glanced up at him then quickly looked away, a fresh onslaught of tears overcoming her. Kelly stood on the other side ...
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Prologue
2007-03-22 20:06:00
It is ironic how the living rush through life in a state of panic, grabbing for the golden ring but always missing by the barest of inches, never quite catching it until moments before their ultimate demise. They are frantic to grab that elusive prize, the embodiment of Status, the sign that they have Arrived, yet the merry-go-round spirals over and over, the ring always just out of reach. Their lives are lived in chaos, never happy unless they?re rushing off to work, Little League, the latest fashionable nightclub. They concern themselves with owning the best things, the biggest SUV with the most bells and whistles, Jimmy Choo shoes. There?s always more, more to attain, more to achieve. One is never enough in a merry-go-round world.Wrinkles are pinched, pulled into submission; grey hairs are tamed with Clairol or bleach. Few recognize the quiet beauty of older people, the wisdom in faces of character. Dishes are washed with antibacterial soap, lest the slightest little germ ...
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