Fiction by New Breed Leader: Call Me Michael
PROLOGUE Marin County, CA Christmas, 2025. Fifty-year-old Michelle Simmons slowly opened the front door and stepped out onto the enclosed porch. It was cloudy and drizzling. She opened the outer door and inhaled the fresh moist air. She loved overcast days. They felt safe to her, like she was encased inside of a gray cocoon. She stood and waited out on the top step for the taxi that was supposed to arrive any minute now. Suddenly, there it was, a yellow taxi, pulling up to the curb. Michelle smiled. They were here. She was so excited to see them. A young man and woman emerged from the back seat of the cab. The young man walked to the trunk to retrieve the luggage while the young woman bounced toward Michelle. “Mom!” she opened her umbrella. “Hurry and come on in before you get drenched”, Michelle held out her arm. The young woman increased her steps a little bit so she could reach her. She opened the white picket fence and ran a little to get to her. The young bespectacled man was gett...
