Afterglow RFT IV: Fletch is Working Overtime - Day 3

 

 

 

Since I passed out pretty early last night, I was good to go as soon as dawn arrived. But what do you do in the early morning when everyone is either sleeping or back at home? I guess you just sit there in the cabin and stare outside. I would have liked to sit out on the dock or taken a walk outside, but the mosquitoes were out in full force once again. Those assholes were ruining my good time.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And speaking of ruining good times, Dad and Kathy had enough of these poor conditions. There was nothing that they or the dogs could do up here so they decided to go home a day early. I guess I could understand but I wasn't going anywhere. A bad day at Afterglow is better than a good day anywhere else.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dad left me all sorts of food and I had plenty of booze to get me through until tomorrow. I made myself some of the leftover chicken that I grilled last night and threw it on a bun with some ketchup. It was good, but I wasn't here to critique hodgepodge cuisine. I was here to rage. And rage I would do. For Timmy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I didn't go visit Timmy on Friday and I only spent about 10 minutes with him yesterday. I've already spoken at length about how bad the bugs (particularly the mosquitoes) have been, but allow me to say it one more time. If it wasn't for Timmy, there is no way I would be out walking through the woods to Memory Point. But I had too. The World could be ending in a giant blaze of glory and I would be walking through the flames to visit with him one last time. I wasn't going to let some puny infestation stop me now. So I raged.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I didn't stay too long but I didn't have to. Even though he is always with me in my heart and on my mind, I talked to Timmy and let him know how I was doing and gave him an update on the World since he left. I'm pretty sure that he already knows this, but I said it out loud just in case. Who knows if he could hear me. I think that it was important for me to hear it out loud as if I am talking to him like I did when he was alive. That's one of the reasons I need to keep coming up here. I need to be able to talk to Timmy in my own way.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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