The U.S. of After Chapter 55


I woke up on a bed.

“Just lay back,” said a woman in white.  “You’ve had some nasty gun shot wounds but you are fine.  Just lay back.”

I felt darkness take me, washing back over me after that old redneck did what he did.  I made him pay for it, that’s for sure.  Made him pay.

I could see the ceiling far overhead, lights that might have been stars on the white ceiling.  Is that salt I smell?  It’s getting so dark.

“Shhhhh,” came the voice of the woman again, but I was not able to move my arms or my legs, and there was some intense pain in my stomach where farmer joe shot me.

“You did good, soldier,” said a firm voice in my ear, a man’s voice, a voice full of gravel.  “We’ll talk when you get well.  Until then take a breather.”

I felt the world slip away from me then, and I could see the shape in the darkness of someone standing over me, his slender face grinning, his wild dark hair billowing in a wind that was not there, and I realized that he was…

Published by Roger Colby, Novelist, Editor

Roger Colby is a novelist and teacher who has taught English for nearly two decades. He is also an avid reader of science fiction who feels, like many other sci-fi readers, that he has read everything. He writes science fiction for the reader who is looking for the next best thing, something to excite them into reading again. This blog is his journey as a writer and his musings about writing. He also edits manuscripts for a fee and is an expert at helping you reach your full potential as a writer.

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