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Chapter 11

There Are Dire Doings at the Circle K

Freddy was at a total loss.

He seemed to have lived in two worlds, but couldn’t clearly remember either one.

His dreams were filled with violence and darkness, but when he woke the world was so clean and sparkly it was breath taking.

He rose slowly, expecting anxiety to drag against any progress.

It didn’t happen. His breathing was even, his spirit was uplifted.

Light poured through his window like a song from above.

His first impulse was to shade his eyes with his arm while he scrambled to close the drapes. But the light did not hurt his eyes. It called him to look out on the neighborhood and the explosion of children and laughter and colors and music.

He had walked to the door of his house and realized it was not an apartment, but a nice house that he seemed to own.

At the curb was a Honda Civic that shone its sky blue coat with a pride that none could underestimate.

In his pocket was a set of keys that included the front door of the house and the car before it.

Freddy sighed.

Was this a dream? Or was his life before this a nightmare?

As he convulsively winced he was aware that he was having a harder time remembering that past.

A great weight seemed to be lifting from his soul.

By the time he had driven to his job as manager of a convenience store he didn’t even think about that past.

He had no memory of being a junkie.

He didn’t recall a single time when he had been paid to be an informant for the police and several P.I.s.

He couldn’t even feel what it was like to have your life slip away and your entire being rest on the next bump.

He was rapidly easing into this life.

Like he had never known any other.

Like this was the way things were meant to be.

Neither could he recall the time he had stood with Harriet Dante against forces of evil.

Unfortunately Harriet did recall and she was on her way to talk to him about it.

The Perfect World Fallacy - - Chapter 11

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