Note: This was a short story I started writing in the summer of 2005. I was taking a class on Religion and Transcendence to finish up a final credit and we were watching a lot of documentaries, mostly narrated by British men. In addition I had just started reading The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy and was in total anglophile mode (no jokes from the peanut gallery please). I was bored in class one day and started writing this, and decided rather than write something I know about to try and write in a completely different tone and setting than I was used to. I have about 3 chapters and a prologue done so I figured I'd transcribe those and then continue from there. When I started it I didn't have much time to write so I'd just do these small chapters, a few paragraphs long; looking back they seem most appropriate for the BLOGOSPHERE (if you will). I'm not sure, in hindsight, if it works or not but its the format I started in and I'm going to try and finish. I think only a few people have read this in the past; one time I let Allison read it, and anyone else would have read it when I had briefly posted it on my MySpace blog. Reading it now its a little embarassing but it was a work in progress and deserved to finally have its time in the sun.
Prologue
There were things he wasn't aware of as he took that seat on the bus one fateful morning. He wasn't aware that right at that second situations were escalating overseas. He wasn't aware that the man sitting behind him with the sunglasses, the cane, and the stupid crooked haircut that didn't quite cover his eyes was going to be hit by a car later that day and killed. He wasn't aware that a record label had just paid out of their asses for the rights to Joy Division's B-Side catalogue, and was planning on releasing a boxed set. He wasn't aware Hollywood was planning on starting a franchise of movies based on the comic strip Marmaduke.
And on 19 October 2005 at 08:07 (BST), Charles Martin was in no way aware that in twelve minutes he was going to walk into an empty house.
What a way to start a birthday.