Superior Respondent

Superior Respondent
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Imagine waking up and not knowing anything about yourself… Every day. That’s how it is for Ned. One day he’s here, and the next he’s somewhere else. But he always sees Darla… And he’s been in love with her ever since he could remember.
But Darla is in trouble, and so is he. Someone is trying to kill him and destroy everything he’s worked for… And they must be stopped.
For fans of: David Foster Wallace’s Infinite Jest, Haruki Murakami’s The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle, David Levithan’s Every Day
Content Warning: This novel contains adult themes. Please read with care.
Author’s Note: As with all true horror stories, the goal is to survive to the end. I find that there is hope at the end of every tunnel, but getting there is often a horrifying and bloody mess. That being said, this is a true horror story.
From the story:
I’ve been a student of probability most of my adult life. It got me more excited than anything else in life really. Back in college, I ran a soundboard and was into that for a while, but that was just the main me. I have given up most of that due to life in general – finding out how things are supposed to work – most of the time.
Like today, finding her at home. Not probable at all. That she needed a plumber? Highly unlikely. That it would be our company that handled it? Astronomical. That I would take the call? Around one in ten. It got me thinking back to causes and presets and the “greater whole”… But it would take too long to explain right now. I’m actually pretty terrified that I’m in her home.
“Crumbs!” I exclaim as I bang my fingers on the drain valve. I wasn’t paying attention when I was getting the inner door off and pain was payment.
“Are you alright?” She came in, alarmed. I normally never cussed and I turned red with embarrassment.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to swear in your home. I apologize.”
“Oh that’s alright,” she said as she looked at me around the doorway. “My husband says much worse. Actually I don’t think ‘crumbs’ is even technically a curse.”
Of course it’s not, and of course she has a husband. How vain of me.
The rest was easy. Drain, put on a new drain valve flange, sign the copy, close the door, drive away… Numb.
Of course she would be married. I was an idiot, but I’m used to disappointment
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