Fourth in a series of stories leading up to my Camp Nano Project – this one stars Jordan.
It was June, and it was New York, so it was raining, which meant we’d all ended up at my place instead of out in the swamp. Some things I could work around. Thunderstorms, not so much.
And Jordan was leaning over the back of the coveted Green Armchair to talk under the general drunken revelry of the conversation, to ask me –
“All this?” It was pretty dumb to play dumb, but I admit, I tried anyway. “It’s a party. Pretty fun, as parties go.”
She gave me that Look that said don’t even try with me. “The stuff on tv. ‘Portals.’ People vanishing. All of that mess. What do you think of it? It’s too extensive to be a hoax… isn’t it?”
It sounded as if she wanted to be reassured. I didn’t have all that much reassurance to give, but I tried. “Well, considering everything’s coming from a few sources – mostly the AP, right? – then it could be a hoax. You’d need good photoshop skills or a back lot in Hollywood…”
“Okay, now you sound like a moon landing denier.” Jordan huffed.
“They’re crazy – but their points are accurate. And this is a lot more out there than a moon landing. Big rings of fire, people going missing – did you hear the one about the woman being cured of cancer by the portal? It’s pretty out there.”
Jordan pursed her lips. “People go missing all the time.” I got the feeling I didn’t want to ask her how she knew that. “But these rings of flame -“
“I like the theory where it’s pollution.” I liked the theory, although I wasn’t sure I believed it.
“Pollution.” Finally, she accepted something I’d handed her. “Okay. Pollution.”
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