Sunday is about a theoretical physicist who was late getting home to his wife Amanda. He was afraid of her yelling at him and scorn him for being late, but she sometimes understands why he is late because she is a nurse. He opens the door to find his apartment with the lights turned off. He hears music playing, smells steak and wine, and a smell he couldn't place his finger on. He tries to walk his way through the darkness tripping over an unknown object, but gets up to head in the kitchen, where he finds a dinner cooked by his wife. One plate was clean and the other was dirty. He couldn't still determined what the foul smell came from, so he fumbled around to turn on the lights to find his wife dead on the floor. Unknowingly how she died, he had hope this was some kind of practical joke between some friends of theirs, but it wasn't. He grieved over her on the couch and had an idea that can fix his problem. He goes back to his car to pull out a small metallic box, that is a time traveling device. He travels back in time to the moment where he came home and he knows what awaits him once he opens the door.
I love the concept and idea of this story. At first when I read it, I thought it was a scientist who was working at the lab late, but came home drunk and his wife was waiting for him to come home. She made a romantic dinner for him and his food is left cold, but when he enters the room. He was going to be yelled at and scolded. Surprisingly, she was dead, I figured she had died because when Mark said there was an unknown object the main character fumbled over and a putrid smell. I'm curious on how she died, but I assumed she must had killed herself. So he travels back in time for like the thousandth time to try and save her, but no matter how many times he goes back, she was destined to die. After reading it a couple of times, I now know what it was about and I love the way you made this story. I find it really interesting and want to write something like this myself. I believe the headaches and the ghost of the bottle in his head were from the times he kept seeing his wife dead over and over again.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
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