Segment of My Novel

O.k so in my last blog I said I was writing a novel that I couldn't tell you guy's about. Well now I can. I don't have a title yet but some ideas are being thrown around. The setting is in the 1960's although the technology is highly advanced. And basically it's a collection of journals or memoir's of certain people. Now the whole story is there is a nuclear holocaust the happens right before these peoples eyes and they are the only people who haven't been affected my the fallout. (kind of a cheep story line I know) It gives you a different perspective from many different kinds of people. And somehow (I haven't determined how yet) their paths all cross. So here is one small small segment of the novel that I have wrote. And let me warn you I am sorry about some of the language....I tried to make it as realistic as possible. This character is not a Christan man I can tell you that much! Anyway enjoy! And tell me what you think PLEASE!

"I felt the thick, musty, condensed fog on my face as I stepped out onto the company walkway. June 17, 1963 was the year and the hover-taxi had yet to arrive at the doorstep of my 27 story high rise working establishment of which I have spent the last 23 years, bent over backwards, in my little 4 by 6 cubicle; working for the most tenacious, vicious, of people in the entire world. Jane Folly. Damn Jane. Can't catch a break.
5:56 P.M.
Taxi arrives. I left behind the polluted public air, only to enter in to the smell of cheep fast food, and intoxicating cigarette smoke of the public hover-taxi. As I loosened my tie the fat, dirty old driver attempted to make small talk...I shrugged; gave him a glance and pretended not to hear. Contemplating the day:
'5 AM woke up, went to work at Folly Enterprises. Typed. Drank my usual morning coffee. (cold as usual) was yelled at by that damn Jane (can't catch a break). Lunch break with Jack. Returned to my daily slave box and made some calls. Was bitched at by the dim-witted customer who didn't know what the hell they were talking about. Clocked out. Took the elevator. Walked out onto the company sidewalk of my 27 story high rise. Got into the cigarette filled hover-taxi with this fat old driver.'
Good day. Now it's time to go home to my empty house. We turned the curb. Then without any indication whatsoever. The mushroom cloud appeared."

-Jbell

My Mind Right Now And For The Rest Of The Year.

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