[Chapter Fourteen – “Awake” — Part Four of Seventeen]
[To be continued…]
[Original writing & photography by J. E. Lattimer]
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“Well,” Jack said. “I do not even know where to start. I discovered my obituary shortly after I returned to the condo. That was a very uncomfortable thing to read, to say the least.”
“And you were not home, Char. I did not know where you were- Or if you were even going to return!”
Charlotte reclined back on the pillow and remained silent.
“Then I saw the stack of old journals. I randomly picked one and started reading through it. There are a few similarities between the life I left behind and
this one- But many other events and details are completely different…”
Jack shook his head. “I just cannot understand how people have allowed the country to go to hell like this- Endless wars, roving homeless, and unimaginable amounts of debt. Riots and swat teams all over the place, secret arrests and torture- This is pure insanity!”
“I know.” Charlotte said. “It was really bad when you passed away, but over the last two years the tyranny has only intensified. It is like a festering wound.”
“There was a journal entry in there about…” Jack trailed off in mid-sentence. He suddenly had a faraway look in his eyes. “About…” He lost his train of thought again and remained sitting in place upon the edge of the bed.
“Jack?” Charlotte said.
“I… I just had the strangest sensation. It felt like we were being watched by a bunch of people with electronic devices. There was a typed transcript of the conversation we’re having off to the side and photos of us sitting here in this room!”