FatLand: The Early Days

Bill listened with some amusement to the soft music coming from one of the rooms nearest to the breakfast room. “What’s that one?” he asked Stark. “The muzak room?”

“That is where I meet with clients,” Stark said. “Want to see?”


Bill wheeled himself in using the rider.

Sun streamed in through all the windows. Snow on the mountains reflected it, turning the sundust into rainbow streams. Bill caught his breath.

“Amazing,” he said. “And the white furniture catches all the colors of the sun.”

“Poetic,” Stark said. “But you’re right.  Want to stay here for a bit?”

“Sure,” Bill said.

“I’ll be back in about half an hour.  We might as well discuss things here.”


After Stark left, Bill was assaulted by the renegade wish to remain here for the rest of his life. I wouldn’t try too hard, he thought. Could just pretend to shore up things and could find out about Stark’s plans that way.

The light, he thought, was God, had to be.  God had come to Colorado. 

But how, he wondered, could the devil have created or replicated God?


One Response to “FatLand: The Early Days”

  1. Patsy Nevins Says:

    Just popping in to catch up. The story is going great. I have to go offline to babysit & email is still dicey, so I wanted to say hello & let you know that I will mail you again soon. Keep up the good work.

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