Paradigm Rift: Book One of the Back to Normal Series

Back to Normal Series Book One:

PARADIGM RIFT

 

RANDY

MCWILSON

Moving Images
Publications
Cape Girardeau, Missouri

 

Paradigm Rift

 

Copyright © 2014 by Randy McWilson

 

All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means–electronic, photocopy, recording, or any other–except for brief quotation in printed reviews, without the prior permission of the publisher.

 

All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

 

Published by Moving Images Publications
Cape Girardeau, Missouri
www.MovingImagesPublications.com

Lightning Photograph by Erica Murphy-Burrell

 

ISBN-13: 978-0615990606

 

Dedicated to
My family who encouraged me
My students who indulged me
My colleagues who supported me
Ron Pokracki who challenged me
Danny Janisse who motivated me

 

Special Thanks to
Janet L. Cannon, editor
Patti C. Whittington, editor
John LaRose
Alison Niermann
Bruce Boulden
David Dickey
Jonathan Fritzler
Jeremy J. Ford
Debbie Franklin

Contents

Back to Normal Series Book One:

Journal entry number 1

CHAPTER 1

Journal entry number 4

CHAPTER 2

Journal entry number 7

CHAPTER 3

Journal entry number 12

CHAPTER 4

Journal entry number 18

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

Journal entry number 21

CHAPTER 7

Journal entry number 23

CHAPTER 8

Journal entry number 25

CHAPTER 9

Journal entry number 26

CHAPTER 10

CHAPTER 11

CHAPTER 12

CHAPTER 13

CHAPTER 14

Journal entry number 34

CHAPTER 15

CHAPTER 16

Journal entry number 41

CHAPTER 17

Journal entry number 52

CHAPTER 18

Journal entry number 87

CHAPTER 19

CHAPTER 20

Journal entry number 91

CHAPTER 21

Journal entry number 117

CHAPTER 22

CHAPTER 23

CHAPTER 24

Journal entry number 129

CHAPTER 25

Journal entry number 138

CHAPTER 26

Journal entry number 153

CHAPTER 27

Journal entry number 164

CHAPTER 28

CHAPTER 29

Journal entry number 165

CHAPTER 30

Journal entry number 173

CHAPTER 31

Journal entry number 182

MEMO July 5, 1947

CHAPTER 32

MEMO July 7, 1947

Journal entry number 188

MEMO July 10, 1947

CHAPTER 33

Journal entry number 206

MEMO July 12, 1947

CHAPTER 34

Journal entry number 207

MEMO July 14, 1947

CHAPTER 35

Journal entry number 208

MEMO July 15, 1947

CHAPTER 36

Journal entry number 229

MEMO July 22, 1947

CHAPTER 37

Journal entry number 231

CHAPTER 38

MEMO October 29, 1947

Journal entry number 375

Journal entry number 412

CHAPTER 39

Journal entry number 452

CHAPTER 40

MEMO August 11, 1950

Journal entry number 466

CHAPTER 41

Journal entry number 479

CHAPTER 42

MEMO July 22, 1951

CHAPTER 43

Journal entry number 481

CHAPTER 44

Journal entry number 535

CHAPTER 45

Journal entry number 561

MEMO June 4, 1952

CHAPTER 46

Journal entry number 630

CHAPTER 47

MEMO
June 17, 1952

MEMO
July 28, 1952

CHAPTER 48

MEMO August 9, 1955

CHAPTER 49

CHAPTER 50

CHAPTER 51

CHAPTER 52

Journal entry number 743

CHAPTER 53

CHAPTER 54

EPILOGUE:

Coming Soon:

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

 

Journal entry number 1

Friday, March 8, 1946

 

There are two things you should know about time travel— first, it's impossible, and second…it's terrifying.

I can hardly eat. I doubt I’ve slept more than two hours in a row since I fell into this unimaginable horror. I’ve been throwing up all over the place. I don’t think I’m crazy, but insanity might be a much better explanation. I would gladly accept a mental disease, at least most of those can be treated. I’m afraid all the doctors in the world can’t cure my disorder. It’s been three long, gut-ripping days here in Normal.

 

Einstein said that the laws of physics created an impenetrable wall that stopped any possibility of traveling backwards in time. What about me, Albert? What about Phillip Nelson? Another brilliant theory of a brilliant man ruined by reality. Who knows—maybe I did it when the conditions went beyond the possible, or maybe I did it when the Universe wasn’t looking.

Unfortunately, I wake up every day tormented with the painful realization that this nightmare is very real. I can’t escape where I am, or when I am, though I have rationalized both away countless times.

 

Denial dies a lingering death when nursed by hope.

CHAPTER 1

Sunday, June 15, 2014 6:39 p.m.

 

"But, Daddy, how does the light in the sky make noise?"

Denver glanced up into the rear view mirror at the puzzled little ball of curiosity tucked away in the back seat of the SUV. Her attention was divided between a small tablet computer and the irregular flashes of lightning accenting the late afternoon urban landscape.

His mind raced for an age-appropriate and satisfying meteorological explanation. "Well, sweetie, the lightning kind of makes, uh, cracks in the sky, and the thunder is the sky cracking open."

The skeptical six-year-old leaned toward her rain-splattered window and stared, scrunching her little nose. Her blue eyes surveyed the thickening sky. "I don't see any cracks, Daddy, just clouds."

He looked back, somewhat disappointed, but not all that surprised that his makeshift weather tale was so easily challenged. Traffic, like his explanation, had just come to a total standstill, so he played every parent's ace card in these innocent bluffs. "Well, they're...
invisible
cracks. Big, invisible, cracks."

Jasmine's eyes darted around as she appeared to weigh her father's words. Whether it was actual satisfaction or just first-grade attention deficit, she leaned back, returning to her digital distraction.

Denver’s seeming victory was disturbed by a series of quick rings. He grabbed his phone off the seat and checked the screen: JENNIFER COLLINS.

Denver looked away and tossed the phone down, but then reconsidered after eight rings. He shoved it to his ear. "Yeah?" He rubbed his forehead. "Listen, we're on our way, Jennifer. We got stuck in traffic…People act like it’s never rained on the streets of New York before."

Denver raised his hand in silent protest, as if to stave off the verbal assault. "What? I get two weekends a month and you complain about me being fifteen minutes late? Whatever."

He threw the phone across the seat as the bumper-to-bumper traffic relaxed and the rain intensified.

"Was that Mommy?"

"Uh, yes, Jasmine. It was your mother."

She put her head against the window and enjoyed the cool glass on her cheek. She traced the paths of the large raindrops racing down with her finger.

"It's getting bad, Daddy."

"Yes it is, sweetheart. Yes it is. And it gets worse every day."

With considerable maneuvering, their SUV escaped the hectic New York boulevard, and minutes later the glass storefronts were replaced by brick apartment buildings. Denver pulled up to the curb, and hopped out, making his way around to Jasmine's door like a perfect gentleman.

He avoided eye contact with Jennifer, who was already outside waiting on the porch, as his little beauty emerged from the back seat. Her tiny umbrella popped up and her proud dad had to avoid being hit by it as she raced through the rain.

"Mommy!"

Jennifer latched onto her daughter and pulled her up into a rotating hug. "Mommy missed her big girl! I am so glad you're back home with me."

"Me too, Mommy!"

Denver walked up to the pair with Jasmine's small suitcase in tow. He looked around at anything but his wife, who released Jasmine and knelt by her. She fixed the child's ruffled collar. "Hey, you know what?"

Jasmine listened with great expectation.

"It's almost dinner, why don't you go wash up for Mommy, okay?"

Jasmine threw her arms around her mother's neck and gave her a smooch. "Okay!"

She started to go through the door, hampered by her kid-sized umbrella, but her father interrupted this severe breach of daddy-daughter-protocol. "Hey, wait a minute. How about a big see-you-later kiss for Daddy?"

She broke out in a grin and rushed back to him as he bent over to meet her. She wasted no time planting a sloppy kiss on his cheek and then disappeared through the doorway.

He watched her go, and he grew tired of watching her go, and always with the same fear. It seemed there was an irrational person coexisting within, always whispering that he would never see his daughter again.

Today was no different.

Denver shook it off. He had to shake it off, as he rose and started back towards his car, his rain-soaked shirt clinging to him.

Jennifer wasn’t budging. "My lawyer said you still haven't turned in your paperwork."

He stopped cold.

He didn't want another fight.

What he did want though was a shower and a beer, but not necessarily in that order. Denver turned back.
She wants a fight? In the rain? Why not?

He returned fire. "I love how you make it sound so cold and formal; like our lives are just...just
documents
that need to be neatly filed away."

She took a few steps towards him, just out to the dripping edge of the porch overhang. "I didn't start this whole mess, Denver, but I'm sure gonna finish it! For my own sanity, for Jasmine's. Just sign the papers!"

"I'm sorry if I can't erase the last eight years of our lives with just the magic wave of a pen, Jennifer!"

She spun away and shook her head in disbelief, or rage, or probably both. The door cracked open, and a sculpted male with mixed-martial-artist written all over his attitude stepped out.

"Everything okay, babe?"

She put her hand on her forehead, not even looking at him. "Uh, yeah...it's, it's fine. I'll be inside in a minute." The men glared each other down, and Mr. Attitude moved back inside.

Denver pointed, "Lemme guess—latest boy-toy of the week?"

She stormed out into the rain and jumped into his face. "Look! I don't have to answer to you or to anybody else!" She marched back onto the porch, shielding herself from the rain. Jen glanced back one final time as the lightning began to unleash the storm's fury. "Now do the right thing for once, and
sign the damn paperwork
!"

She was gone.

He was alone.

He appeared paralyzed until a crack of thunder jolted him back to reality. But it was a fractured reality, a shattered existence he could never have imagined only eight short years ago. He glanced up at the apartment door, and then at the entire building. It didn't seem even remotely possible he had met Jen on an early summer night, in this very same building. In fact, the night they first met was almost identical to this night, minus the bitterness, of course.

If he hadn't been so miserable, he would have smiled as he reminisced about that first chance encounter. He had just begun to acclimate to civilian luxuries again after returning from his tour in Afghanistan when boy met girl. It was a simple case of, "Here, let me get the door for you," and he was never able to look at another woman again, though she did accuse him of it from time to time.

Jen loved the way he looked chiseled and manicured in his military uniform; in fact, she was adamant he would wear it during their elegant but simple wedding ceremony. He wasn't keen on the idea, but he was keen on her. As far as he was concerned, she could have worn a tank top and jeans as she said, "I do."

 

But that was eight years ago.

 

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