Skip to comments.Dreams of the Son
Posted on 04/09/2020 7:03:37 PM PDT by Blood of Tyrants
Here is the first chapter of a short story I have written. If you like it, Freepmail me and I'll email you the whole book.
How did they find us? Rob wondered to himself. He had returned the old burner phones, stayed off the Internet, and had not contacted any family or friends from his previous life, and paid for everything with multi-vendor gift cards, a prepaid debit card or cash donated to him by the network in small bills. But they managed to find him anyway. His only contact with the network was through a burner cell phone. If it ever rang, he knew someone from the network was trying to reach him. The message had been simple, the caller had said simply, Acadia, the code word that meant the call was from the network, followed by, Code red. Jasmine. Repeat: Acadia, code red, jasmine. Code red meant that he and his family were in danger and to evacuate immediately. Jasmine was to be the next confirmation code word to verify the next call and shared the information with Kat and the girls.
The sun was peeking over the eastern horizon when the girls were dressed and had their things packed. Dear Father, he silently prayed, Protect us from those who would harm us. Jesus had never said that being a Christian would mean living the high life on Easy Street. In fact, he had said the opposite. Matthew 24:9 says. Then they will hand you over for persecution, and they will kill you. You will be hated by all nations because of My name. That was not one of Robs favorite verses and definitely not his wifes or girls. He made a last sweep of the two bedroom extended stay motel to make sure nothing was left behind and herded everyone out to the 10-year-old minivan, also provided by the network, loaded up everything, checked to make sure everyone was buckled in and left, turning right out of the hotel parking lot along the pre-planned route. After the first right he started watching for the contact person. He saw a homeless man at an intersection with a backpack and a sign that said, Anything helps, God bless." There were a lot of homeless people since the states had split. Rob stopped near him and Kat gave him $5 with the name Jasmine written on it. The homeless man looked at the bill and gave her his backpack. Kat gave him a similar backpack with their old cell phones, gift cards, and vehicle registration inside knowing the network would dispose of them. The man said, God bless you on your journey, and they drove away.
Inside the backpack was a manila envelope containing a temporary New York license plate, $500 cash, gift cards, and a new burner cell phone. Also, included was an old-fashioned paper map with a route marked and scrap of paper with an ad for a motel about 400 miles southwest in Louisville, Kentucky. The road was still empty this early, so he pulled around to the back of small gas station and quickly changed the license plates and threw the old one into a nearby dumpster. Looks like were headed to the Free States finally, Kat announced, taking up her usual role as navigator.
P.S. I can send it in pdf or epub format.
Shades of Matthew Bracken!
I like it. You ought to post chapter 2 tomorrow or in a few days.
The person who supplies the burner phones.
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I like it!
Love all his stories.
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