DISCLAIMER: All characters and events described in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to any real persons or real events are purely coincidental.
WARNING: This story contains adult language and references to sexual situations that are not appropriate for children.
A 5,400 word short story about...
Wayne, the brother of Shayne, boyfriend of Marcia the pedicurist, the Iraq veteran who owned the oldest F-150 pickup truck in the whole county and perhaps the state, has never met Jawad.
Jawad is a graduate of Bangalore Tech, husband of Crystal, father of Rahul and James. He’s an art-collector turned Java programmer commuting twenty miles one-way every day to his Northrop Grumman job in Restonburg, Virginia. Wayne, on the other hand, has left the Mountain State only twice, once to the bootcamp and the other time for his deployment overseas.
Perhaps their paths crossed at a 7-Eleven or a Sunoco gas station, checking out the tabloids while waiting to pay for ten gallons of gas. But if they did, neither remembered....
Yet, trajectories cross they will in a way that none of them could foresee...
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