Sunday, November 27, 2016

Prologue



 The round capsule was enough for him. AKG49.

He walked slowly inside the capsule. It was 550 feet above ground. Many years ago, you could see the whole strip from here. Mandalay Bay on the south side to Stratosphere on the north side. Now, everything below him was black. He did not know how this single capsule survived the blast. The blast from the nuclear war in 2020.

He pulled out a small picture from his left chest pocket. His father, mother and grandfather were here. They looked so happy. His father was in the middle. His mother standing to the right of his father. His father had his right arm around her. His grandfather was wearing a black jacket with a checked sweater inside. They watched a comedy show that night, then went to the Venetian for the cheesecake from Carlos’ Bakery. Then they took the so called High Roller, got to this exact spot where he was standing now.

How did he know all of that? Well, his mother told him the story several times. Right before she died, she gave her the picture and told her about that night again. It was a special night. His father proposed to his mother that night. The next day they stopped by the small wedding chapel next to the Stratosphere, got married and left town.


He was conceived the day they got married.

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