John Judge
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by Michael G Franks
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It was unusually cold in the alcove that John had settled into somewhere deep in the maze of tunnels. He wasn’t sure exactly where he was, but that didn’t matter right now. He needed to be alone with his grief. His thoughts of Marie completely overwhelmed him and he was stricken with despair and anger. He lay on the makeshift bed staring up at the grey, damp curved ceiling and started to drift into a shallow sleep that allowed him some respite from the desolation he felt. Floating in and out of sleep, he started to remember events following 2028. John vividly recalled the two following years; the operations the successes and the failures that brought hope and also deep sadness. His mind drifted back to that time.