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1 - William's Game
1 - William's Game
Bright reality reflected off San Francisco Bay sears its way
past his glazed eyeballs, and he has to close his eyelids
against the sight even before he snaps the window shade back
down. The burning afterimage is still visible as he sits down
at the computer for another session. Another screenplay to
memorize, another escapade into fantasy games, another thousand
dozen clicks on the mousepad. He beams himself down, Nanu Nanu
style, into anytown America.
The beaming pulsing light at the end of the alley pulls him
along, pulling and pulling him like a fish on a line until his
vocal chords are yanked clear out of his gullet. William
squeals, an uncontrollable shriek as loud and shrill as laughter
coming from a drunk hyena at a comedy club. He hears a
rhythmic thumping, like the pounding of a fist on a hollow
bedroom door.