Story and Cover Art (c)2001 Jim Farris, All Rights Reserved
Prologue - San Angeles Metroplex, USA, 0954 hours,
Saturday, January 5th, 2199 AD.
I suppose it had to happen, eventually. My muse was gone, and my work had come to a standstill. It was all Sharon's fault, of course. The night she left, she killed my muse.
Sharon and I had endured our rocky marriage together, but in the end, we just couldn't make it work. Her jealousy, her uncontrolled temper - that's what did it. Now, she got all the furniture and the second car, and all I had left was an empty house and a dead muse. I was just grateful that at least Sharon didn't get any alimony.
For days after the divorce was final, I tried to get back to work. I just couldn't concentrate, though. My muse was gone, and no amount of Jack Daniels would bring her back. Finally, the morning I woke up with an empty fifth in my hand sitting in my chair before a blank computer screen, I decided it was time to get out of my funk and do something about it. I picked up all the empty bottles, tossed them in the trash, snatched up my car-keys and headed outside. It was time to take a drive downtown.