Memories of Emily: Rise of the Anarchist Part 1

Luc Fire

On a peaceful, warm summer day, while sitting on the backyard’s soft grass, a girl with empty eyes approached from the distance and turning revealed the hippie girl reading a book as she curled her toes in the grass, and just beyond her approached a relative on a surprise visit but suddenly disappeared, taking the girl with empty eyes and the hippie as the invisible narrator forced a terrible dream that trapped them in the ether to fall into the void of the forgotten. 

“That thing is junk food for the brain.” My stepfather leaned in the doorway of my room, referring to my Atari 2600. Shifting eyes from the Asteroids game on the small TV, I nodded.  

“You’re a hardhead who won’t make it in the corporate world, so you better get into your own business.” He pointed to my new Commodore 64, still sealed in the box resting on my bed. “That computer is the way of the future, and if you’re smart, you’ll learn as much as you can about those machines because it will at least help you find a job or let you be a repairman or something.”