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THE DISAPPEARANCE.... Coming Soon. Here is an excerpt with a little Suwanee history. Avaialble at www.TheEndThe “Atlanta's weather today will be hot for February, and dry. High temperature, 114-degrees. Skies will be partly cloudy with a chance of meteor showers.”
The Weather Channel
Atlanta, Georgia “Run!” Samarra nearly shoved Audry out the door of Jeff’s newest boy toy, a cherry-red Rimac Concept One, mouthing a silent curse at the sports car. Surely he could’ve found something a little more difficult to get out of; the seats seemed to encompass the soul. Seemed to her a one million dollar automobile ought to have some sort of seat-ejection system to help get out of the car. “Come on Thomas, gotta go, hut… hut… hut. Run!!” she repeated with a shout to her son, wondering if he would ever make it to teenagehood; and they jogged hand in hand across the steamy-hot asphalt parking lot toward safety, hopefully. The dark pavement seemed to sink around their shoes, and the heat reflecting off the parking lot surely felt like a pizza oven. An explosion in the distance sobered reality; and they ran faster toward the old Suwanee High School, out of breath and drinking water in the hot morning sun. At 105, the temperature wasn’t a record for the late February morning, even in Atlanta. That had been set the year before at 108. But it was early. “Let’s go. Hurry.” “I’m coming, Mom for Pete’s sake,” and Samarra smiled at how quickly her son had picked up Jeffrey’s sayings. Audry held Thomas’ hand tightly, and fear was evident on her new brother’s face. Her heart beat a million beats a minute, at least. Another tiny but potent meteorite slammed into the ground, followed by an earth-shaking boom; and a blue Chevy Volt evaporated from the corner parking spot, replaced by a house sized crater. A sixty-foot section of Buford Highway disappeared in an instant, along with two motorcyclists and the silver SUV, all hoping to find safety with no success. “I’m glad you bought that app, Samarra!!” Audry screamed, trying to be heard over the constant booming and keep balance on the shaking ground at the same time. She was glad. Me too, Samarra thought. The IM-App had surely saved their lives more than once, she reckoned. Being warned of Incoming Meteorites had to be the app of all apps, considering how often they were happening. “Incoming, Incoming!” her phone had announced just a few minutes earlier at her Sugarloaf home. “Twelve minutes until impact. Gwinnett County imminent target.” I am a Duluth author and hope you'll buy my books. A lot of it takes place right here.