Apocalypses by AR Shaw

Apocalypses by AR Shaw

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🛣️ 🥵 One Bad Day - Chapter 15 🔫

🛣️ 🥵 One Bad Day - Chapter 15 🔫

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Happy Monday! - Personal Update:

Don’t let the scowl fool you, he’s elated. 😊

It’s back to a normal work day in my new place. I’m still missing mail and I’ll run out to track packages down during my lunch break. My dresser legs are among them, so I’m hoping to attach them tonight and get my wardrobe out of the last remaining boxes. I cannot tell you how wonderful it is to feel like a human being again. And the views from this place are open and free. I can see the sky far away and the treeline’s of forests. It’s hard to get a good image, but I’ll try. This week is filled with overcast days, but I predict some nice sunset views coming this summer. It all makes for a happier writer… a peace I’ve long needed. So much more to come soon.

Have a wonderful day!

AR Shaw


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To Read from the Start

One Bad Day - Chapter 15

I see him.

He sees me.

Now we do the dance.

In foreign lands, years ago when jellies weren’t invading the skies, this happened too. There was a language barrier then. There’s a trust barrier now. I can see it in the man’s face as he stands on a rickety porch. His eyes are mere slits and a cigar levered from his bottom lip. His potbelly peeks out from under his stained ribbed tank top and the elastic band of his charcoal gray elastic shorts aren’t holding up their end of the bargain either. He has a shotgun, too. It’s bigger than mine and it’s probably loaded with slugs, not birdshot.

The girl cowers behind me.

“Stay close,” I whisper. “But if he shoots, run a zig-zag.”

She eyes me squirrely. I know nothing apparently, but I do know this. We need a map or a mobile charger so that I can use my phone soon. I’ve had enough of this weird day and…

“This is private…

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