RogerA Chapter by Rayviathae
A satirical look at the intense individuality we demand here in America as well as the tendency to "follow the crowd". Includes a talking sun and a cat smarter than most humans.
Before I was even able to sign out of my email account, I received a reply. My heart skipped and the adrenaline rushed again. The Tylenol could only do so much to keep my head from threatening homicide, so I moaned and opened the email.
To: the guy your mother warned you about [firstname.lastname@example.org]
From: Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary [email@example.com]
To rid the world of zombies. You of all people should know this.
To: Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary [firstname.lastname@example.org]
From: the guy your mother warned you about [email@example.com]
WHAT’S YOUR POINT?
I smiled. It was her, all right. I needed to find her, and I needed to find her quick. I shut down my computer and ran around the house, throwing clothes everywhere. I’m sure if I had any pets, they would’ve thought I’d gone and lost my mind, but I needed to find that phone book. Hadn’t a new one come just yesterday? How in the name of the Great Goddess Bastet could I have lost it already?
I managed to find one from not too long back and decided that it would suffice. I opened it up and flipped through to find “Harris, Angela.” As luck would have it, she was listed…thank the Egyptian gods I pretended to worship. I wrote down the address and brushed my teeth, ran a comb through my hair, and changed into something a little cleaner. I was craving a semi-intellectual conversation with someone who was a true individual. I rushed out the door without a second thought.
© 2008 Rayviathae
Added on July 4, 2008
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