Cry for Mother
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Bored with a life of extreme sports and enticed by the promise of a drug-free thrill, Lance is brought to the fringes of his sanity after an encounter in the world of underground body modification where the cult of a cosmic god prepares him to open the door that brings Her home.
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Cry for Mother - J.E. Erickson
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Copyright
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Biography
Copyright © 2023 J.E. Erickson
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
All brand names and product names used in this book are trademarks, registered trademarks, or trade names of their respective holders. The author is not associated with any product or vendor in this book.
Paperback ISBN: 979-8-9869508-4-6
eBook ISBN: 979-8-9869508-5-3
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Other Books by J.E. Erickson
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Dust Bunnies From Hell
Always, in This Nightmare (Coming Feb 2024)
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Crisp wind roared in Lance’s ears and pressed against his body, a giant hand lowering him down to the checkerboard landscape of farms and lakes at terminal velocity.
A year ago, he’d be with Chris and Brandon, tumbling through the sky or standing up and hurtling downward like a human corkscrew, the tickle of the G-force squeezing his stomach and the freshest air a person could breathe filling his lungs and mixing with the blissful adrenaline in his bloodstream. It was his only drug.
Now he had nothing.
Last week, he went skydiving for the three hundredth time — but it was the first time he jumped without a parachute. Someone tried to tell him how long he free fell before his friend, Collin, scooped him up and floated them both to safety, but Lance didn’t care. It wasn’t long enough.
Scuba diving in an uncharted underwater cave was a birthday gift to himself, yet nobody had enough balls to come with him. Dude, are you insane? How many people have died down there?
The entire experience ended up being for nothing. He found his way back without panicking or running short of air. It was fun, sure, but there was never any real danger. It’s not like he ever got lost in the dark.
Rock climbing was boring and bungee jumping was for children. His shoulders were too broad for serious cave diving. Mountain boarding was fun for five minutes. Everything felt like a worn-out exercise routine. The last time he did anything remotely dangerous was with his motorcycle, and it ended with torn ribs and a hairline fracture to his femur. Even that wasn’t exciting.
As he fell, Lance realized there was nothing he couldn’t do. Nothing he couldn’t live through. While other men were hitting 30 and winding down onto their flat, middle-aged asses and beer bellies from crushing donuts and hating their wives, he was a beast who bench pressed 400 pounds, ran a six-minute mile, and could pull any woman out of a bar in 60 seconds. Lance wasn’t just at his peak; he was the peak. He had conquered fear. Death, injury, and rejection were afterthoughts. Nothing scared him.
Nothing.
Except the boredom. This soul crushing emptiness and ambivalence toward everything that he found fun gave him more of a stomachache than the shitty roller coasters at Six Flags that made kids and grown women scream. It gnawed at him. Bit at the edges of his patience like a nagging ex-girlfriend who wasn’t satisfied with having the last word in an argument.
What the hell was the point? Not even 30 and he’d peaked. Done it all.
It’d almost be easier to just not pull the cord. Go out in a blaze. A nylon-clad falling star crashing into the earth an hour west of Minneapolis.
Lance waited until the other two pulled their chutes before pawing at his ripcord and releasing his red and gold parachute to put a miserable end to the free fall and begin the slow descent to the landing area.
Dude, what’s gnawing on your sac?
Brandon reclined in one of the bar’s patio chairs and flicked the cap of his beer bottle at Lance. He missed.
What do you mean?
Lance asked, trying to mask the irritation in his voice behind a smile and a swig of alcohol-free beer.
Collin ran a hand through his curly hair. Yeah, Bran. What’s up? Let the man bask in the afterglow of yet another bitchin jump.
Chris reached into the bucket of ice for another bottle. In Brandon’s defense, Lance has kinda been a pissy pants all day.
Really? Pissy pants? What are we, eight years old?
Lance gave up hiding how sour he felt. There weren’t many interesting looking women at the bar; a couple of sixes and a seven. The pretty server smiled at him twice already, but every woman did that. Maybe he’d get her number or take her to his place and fuck her later. Whatever. Even sex bored him.
It’s from a place of love, dude.
Collin tipped his