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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the

author‟s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or

dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Nothing Ever Happens

Cover Art by Reese Dante http://www.reesedante.com

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ISBN: 978-1-61581-856-3

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First Edition

March 2011

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eBook ISBN: 978-1-61581-857-0

Dedication

For my friend, Andy Eisenberg, who has been with this story since its

inception. You taught me that life is far, far stranger than fiction. This is

for you, my friend, with all my love and thanks.

Ever Happens

Nothing

Chapter 1

A NDREW watched the new couple with a cynical eye. Mr. and Mrs.

Newlyweds, matching rings glinting in the sunlight, his arm around her

shoulders, keeping her close. He could only see their backs as they

were introduced to the neighborhood vultures, but Jesus, he was tall.

Built like a brick shit house. His wife was tiny compared to Mr.

Newlywed, barely coming up to his shoulders, yet from Andrew‟s

perspective she had him on a tight leash, her fingers hooked firmly

though his belt loops. She wasn‟t letting him go anytime soon. Andrew

couldn‟t hear them, but he could see the guy laughing at some

wisecrack Allison had made.

He knew how this would pan out. An introduction at the cookout,

polite smiles exchanged, then they would vanish behind the front door,

only emerging for work and grocery shopping. No one was really

friends here, not unless they had kids, and then it was play dates,

carpools, and sneaky gins at two in the afternoon. Still, they had to

pretend for the newbiesAllison‟s orders.

If there was one thought in Andrew‟s head at any of these

neighborhood parties, it was how soon he could escape. No matter how

much he drank, or how much he tried to fit in, every party was long and

tedious, even with the agreement with Stephanie that, after showing

willingness, he could retreat to his dark room. He was so tired of

pretending to be something he wasn‟t. Andrew Matthews, model

husband, father, and town photographer. Andrew looked at his watch.

Half an hour, then he could leave the neighbors to their amusements

and disappear back to the darkroom. Twenty-nine minutes and thirty

seconds. He took a swig of his beer. Idly, he wondered how long they

had been married. A month? Six weeks tops. He predicted that in nine

months time there would be a little Newlywed in a stroller, or… hello!

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