Scott Alberg
Today was the first time his parents let him walk alone to Becky’s Mini-Mart. About a mile and a half from the house. The temperature was 60 degrees. He was in the store for about 15 minutes. The clerk rang up his comic books. So his parents wouldn’t worry, the boy reluctantly left the store and started rushing home. Plus, he desperately wanted to read the latest issue of The Incredible Hulk he just bought.
Emergency sirens could be heard a few blocks down, and they began to draw near, but these noises failed to take him away from thinking about issue #48, its story entitled, “From Here To Infinity.”
A small group of people gathered around an orange traffic cone. Next to it lay something unidentifiable. Without hesitating, the boy moved forward and got a closer look. Several people were photographing it. That was interesting. He heard somebody say to someone else, “It was so high up, and I remember thinking, ‘That’s weird, I don’t usually see comets in the daytime.’”
He hurried down the street, only a few minutes from the house.
“Why don’t you see more comets during the day?” he wondered, stepping up onto the porch.
The door opened. His dad stood in the entry way.
“What happened to the comet?” the boy asked, the words hanging between them.
This was one of the first moments he realized how time could stand still,
that sometimes no one answers when you need them to,
and that loss can be the only thing that moves at all.
“I guess every comet is a promise the universe makes but can’t keep.”
Book Information
32 pages
Singer Sewn Binding
Cover-
Text- Mohawk Superfine White 80lb
Printed on a Xerox C8000
All books made by hand, please allow for some minor anomilies
First Printing
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