Ferdie and the Seven: book two: Time Flies
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He rocked his colossal head from side to side, left to right…
And the screams and cries rose into the air, to mix with the gently falling snow, and die on the breeze.
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FERDIE AND THE SEVEN
BOOK THREE:
FRACTALS
PROLOGUE
In the southeastern portion of the Canadian province of Ontario is a town called Timmins. Agriculture is one of the main industries in and around Timmins, including such row crops as soybeans and corn. Near one such cornfield on the outskirts of town, a mix of local police and federal investigators are converged to investigate the site of a mass killing. Local detectives Ed Viveros and Jim Lockwood are among the officers surveying the horrific carnage.
“Ed, you ever see anything like this in your whole gosh darn life?”
“No, I can’t really wrap my mind around this one. How did these kids, all from the same town in Kansas, USA, get up here in the first place? No cars, no signs of any vehicles at all. And why laid out all orderly-like, in this wheel pattern, eh? It’s like satan worshippers gone wild or something. And how about that thing over in Italy? Jim, what is happening in this world?”
Ed turned his face up to the sky and observed the heavy cloud cover. “I don’t know about you, Jim, but I think it’s all signs and wonders. This makes me so sick; who would do this?”
Jim squatted, picking at a weed at the edge of the corn field. “I don’t think it’s a who, Ed. Seems more like a what to me. I don’t think a human would do this. This is some kind of monster, that’s what I think. A real, live monster. There’s no reasonable, logical explanation, and when there isn’t, then the only remaining possibility is that it’s something unreasonable and illogical, hard as it may be to believe. And, how could a person have killed all those people over there in Italy and leave no trace? That’s not possible. It’s the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse come riding for vengeance, that’s what it is. What else could it be?”
I don’t know, Jim, but we better get this cleaned up and come up with something for the press. You know the kind of uproar that happened over in Europe… this isn’t as big, but it’s done in exactly the same way. Has to be the same people, or at least the same monster. Yeah, it’s a monster, couldn’t be human. How could they kill all those people and have nobody notice until it’s all done? I think the demons have come, and it’s time for a reckoning. People are flocking to churches, and mosques, and synagogues, or wherever, but that’s not going to save them, is it Jim?”
Jim paused, listening to an incoming call, and checking his phone for the text of the message. “Hey, Ed, you’re not going to believe it… They found something not too far from here, just over by the Sarabian’s place… They found a dead… well, this doesn’t seem possible… it’s a dead guy, but he’s all stretched out to the size of an elephant… he’s covered in stab wounds and half of him is burnt to a crisp. What is this world coming to, Ed? How is it possible that a person would be all stretched out like that? And get this… they tried to do an autopsy, but they couldn’t hardly cut through his skin… they had to use a power saw, and then they broke three blades getting through. What the hell is going on, Ed? Can you tell me that?”
Ed rubbed his world-weary face, pulled in a long breath, and blew it out. “Signs and wonders, Jim. It’s the end of the world if you ask me. There’s something about all of this that’s nagging me, though… it’s the pattern of the killings. All symmetrical, a repeating pattern, like a nautilus shell, or flower petals, geometric. There’s a word for it… a math word…”
“What do you mean, like fractals, Ed?”
“Yeah, that’s it, fractals. I tell you it’s the end of the world, Jim. Signs and wonders…”
Stay tuned for the thrilling final entry in the Ferdie and The Seven saga, Fractals, coming in October, 2017!
About the Author
Larry Buenafe is a lover of books and writing. This is his third novel, and he has several others “in the hopper”, including the third and final entry in the Ferdie and The Seven series. In the “real world”, he is a full-time high school administrator (there are some unwritten books contained in those experiences, I can assure you) and part-time musician. Would he make his living via writing if he could? Why yes, yes he would. Perhaps you could help with that endeavor. He lives in central California with his wonderful wife and has two amazing daughters. Wonderful? Amazing? Yes, he insists it is so.
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