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Waking Prometheus

Waking Prometheus

By Eric Filler


Copyright 2012 Eric Filler

Published by Planet 99 Publishing at Smashwords

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Prologue

It didn’t rain that day. In all of the holopics I’d seen as a kid, it always rained at the funeral when there was a death in the family. Watching my wife and son being buried, though, there was not even a cloud in the sky. It was as though the cosmic powers-that-be were mocking me, telling me that the loss of my family didn’t even rate a few waterworks. I wanted to shake my fist at the air and scream until my throat was hoarse about how unfair it all was, but I forced myself to stay composed around all of the guests.

To be honest, I can’t even remember much of the funeral ceremony. My wife’s brother gave the eulogy about how long he had known Becky and all the good times they’d had. The priest gave a long sermon about how my son Steven was going to be so happy in Heaven, which gave my grief-addled brain little comfort. I held my tears in for most of the funeral, but when the caskets were finally set into the ground I wept like a little child, knowing that now they were gone forever.

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