You’re successful, virile, well-liked, and happy enough with the good things life has given you when you’re told by your doctor that a part of your brain will erupt and kill you dead in a month or so.
There is an option—an untried surgery which, if it is successful, will let you pass go and live a fine and full life. If the operation isn’t successful, you’ll die on the operating table or suffer a massive stroke that will leave you a hulk for the rest of your life.
Would you take that gamble—the untried surgery that could result in life, death, or a fate worse than death? Or gamble that the doctors are wrong in their diagnosis and that fate will be good to you? The knife? Or fate?
Which would it be?
Jordan Aimes must choose. He is the man with the ticking timebomb.
This is a story about all that.
It is scheduled to be released in January. The working title is One Last Strike Before Dark.
I do not know how the story ends. I know how the story begins, though. It begins like this….
Sunday, September 18
He’s just made the turn onto the narrow country road that runs along the creek and will take him to the cottage.
A little after midnight.
The stars obscured by scudding clouds.
He has the driver-side window down, feels the moisture in the air. Thinks rain coming. Thinks… I’m gonna die.
OK. Alright. No surprise. We all are.
But … me?
He rolls up the window, twists on the wiper, slows down. He’s had a little more to drink than he should have, doesn’t want to end the night in a ditch. The rain has come, a light misty rain.
He reaches for the radio to find music to match his mood. Something melancholic, something wistful and dreamy. Something sad.
Feeling sorry for the yourself, ole buddy?
All alone on a tenebrous night and the Grim Reaper is out there in the shadows.
Aw, come on. Find something up-tempo. A little Elton. Some Madonna maybe. Hell, even Ariana. You’re on home ground. Friends at beck and call. Snap out of it.
The misty rain has turned into a steady downpour.
Johnny Cash is bragging about what he’s gonna do when he gets to Jackson.
Damn, damn, and double-dog damn.