The Things We Should Have Known Before Disappearing: The Hangover Hour Report, #2

By Jeff Campbell and David Macpherson, Ed.

Half the world disappeared. Over a year later, half the remaining population disappeared. These things happen. The world is shrinking. The narrator tries to find meaning in all of it. That happens too.

 

The Hangover Hour Report is a new journal where each issue allows an author to write whatever they want. The one rule is that it must be completed in 72 hours.

• Language: English
• Publisher: David Macpherson
• Release date: Apr 19, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393324799

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The Things We Should Have Known Before Disappearing

Written by Jeff Campbell

The Hangover Hour Report Issue Two

The Things We Should Have Known Before Disappearing

Copyright 2020 Jeff Campbell

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The Things We Should Have Known Before Disappearing

Before the lights all went dark, back when I could still charge my phone, I looked over the texts from her pretty frequently.  That was before I knew what was happening.  It was before any of us knew what was happening.

FYI, I am here.

I said.

Me too.  She responded.  Where’r u at?

In the lobby.  I put our name in.

Uhm wait. she wrote back.  I think one of us is confused.  I thought we decided on the Italian place on Main Street.

We did.  That’s where I am.

I am standing right here by the desk.  You’re not here.

I was standing by the desk.  Me. 

I tried to call her.  It didn’t even go to voicemail.  It rang once or twice.  Then it stopped ringing.  I  texted her again.  There was no delay, this time.  No waiting for her to text back.  The message that came back to me was an automated one.

The phone you are texting is no longer in service.

It was supposed to be our third date.  I was kind-of falling in love.  I had thought she was the one.  As I stood there, I started to think it was a trick or a joke or something.  Until then, her sense of humor had seemed quirky.  This?  This was just mean.  And also weird.

A harried waitress came up to me.  "I am sorry.  Three of the wait staff haven’t made it in yet.  Maybe there’s like a crash