Excerpt rom Reap the Whirlwind: The low groan of a moving car distracted him and he looked back over his shoulder. A coal black car glided out of the visitor parking lot. It moved purposefully toward Whit. He picked up his pace alongside the narrow sidewalk which ran adjacent to the brick building. If he could just reach a side door about forty feet away, he could duck in and be safe. The black car had tinted windows and picked up speed. Whit sprinted to the door and tried to open it. Locked. He turned around to face the oncoming car, crouched slightly, ready to jump. The car angled toward him. Then it pulled up right alongside of him. The passenger window slide down and, from inside, Jerry’s face leaned toward it. “Hey. Need a ride? Whit’s whole body relaxed, the tension evaporating into the air. “Yeah. Thanks.” Whit opened the door. “What are you doing here, Jerry?” The computer technician checked the rear view mirror and pulled back into the road. “Counseling session with some group. Apparently there are a number of people who are just as delusional as me about computers.” Whit watched the hospital shrink in the rear view mirror. “Maybe I should join the group.” “Whadda mean?” probed Jerry as he carefully maneuvered the car into the stream of traffic. “Computer problems with my bank account. And, you know… Saul’s death… computer malfunction.” “Yeah, great guy, Saul. There’s a lot of death due to so called computer errors, Whit. Too many, if you ask me.” Whit nodded in agreement. I could have been one of those deaths. “I’m telling you a lot of strange things are happening. Not just to me, Whit. Today, in the group, a mother said her son just disappeared.” “Did she contact the police?” asked Whit. “Whit, she meant he disappeared from everything. There is no record of him ever existing. Apparently he worked out of his home for some computer firm. Only the computer firm doesn’t exist. There aren’t any records of him from his high school. No birth certificate. Nothing. It’s as though he never was born.” “Maybe he never existed at all, Jerry.” “You’re saying she’s wacko. Maybe. I don’t know anymore. But there are other stories like hers. And don’t forget my little problem… the computers fixing themselves.” A few days ago he questioned Jerry’s sanity. But, now he wasn’t so sure. To order Reap the Whirlwind go to: robertsells.org
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