Just got back from a hippie retreat where I wrote this story. It is not very hippie-like but it does have my typically character who may or may not be crazy. It is also another one of my Superman stories.
This story had a strange origin. A book on Chaos Theory talked about a scientist in the Manhattan Project who decided to live a 25 hour day. He moved in and out of the cloistered Manhattan Project society, on a 24 day cycle, like the phases of the moon. I was fascinated and tried to write a story in which the earth's rotation slowed leaving some people unable to adapt. The story refused to gel. Instead I was left with a story about the end of the world. More accurately, it is a trilogy of short stories with an Epilogue. Enjoy.
In light of the recent massacre in Arizona, I dusted off a story about Charles Whitmore, aka the Texas Tower Sniper. I was 11 when Charles killed 14 innocent strangers. The massacre had a big effect on me and I eventually worked him into a story about cheating at bingo. My research into the game of bingo revealed that it is, in fact, impossible to cheat at bingo. I took this as a challenge and the result is the story you have before you.
Another Rabbi Shlomo story. As you may recall, Rabbi Shlomo died at the end of Glatt Kosher. So you may assume that this is a prequel, or a reimagining of Rabbi Shlomo. I tend to use and abuse the good Rabbi whenever I write a religiously themed story. In this incarnation, Rabbi Shlomo has caught a bit of Messianic fever.