Ground Zero

Nick was lying awake, and couldn't sleep.

He was replaying that argument from today, wondering where it had all gone wrong, why he had said the things he said. The beers might have had something to do with it.

Beer. That might help him sleep. Getting out of the bed, he stumbled downstairs in the pitch blackness, arms stretched out in front of him like a blind zombie. He reached the kitchen, and opened the fridge. Aah. There they were. He took one out and opened it. Yeah, that tasted good. Outside, the sky lit up. He turned round and stared out the window, at the very large, very fast rock that hadn't been there earlier. Wow. Beer didn't usually do tha...

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