Watching the performance of Wall Street over the last few years could be compared to watching an acrobat trying to juggle while walking a tightrope without a net. You really wonder at what point the talented, but dangerously busy multi-tasking, performer will fall off the rope? Will he land on the mounds of soft hay piled near the elephant’s circuit or will he smash into middle of the clown’s play area- and make a bloody mess out of the more fun part of the evening’s festivities? Will the Central Banks win the war to preserve the world economies- or will unexpected events knock them of their chosen mission? Many questions, Few answers, but here we are,
Here is a Threshold Radio’s preview of an interview with Ken Eade about a metafictional suspense thriller he wrote with his father called Terror on Wall Street. Click on the preview to see the complete show.
CLICK ON THE PLAYER TO HEAR AN EXCERPT FROM “TERROR ON WALL STREET.”
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EXCERPT FROM THE POWERFUL METAFICTION THRILLER, “TERROR ON WALL STREET”
When traffic came to a standstill, Ike and Snookie decided to get off the highway and try to find gas. It used to be easy. Stop into a gas station, which you could find on almost any block, gas up your car, and step inside to grab some snacks in the mini market. All of that had changed. The first challenge was to find a station that had power and was open. When they finally did, there was a line. The government hadn’t even had the chance to impose rationing, yet. And the price was subject to fluctuation as you waited in line. Ike and Snookie pulled in behind a line of cars waiting two blocks ahead of a large filling station. After about an hour of waiting, the station put up a sign, Out of Gas. Then all hell broke loose. First there was an orchestra of horn honking. Then several cars screeched out of the line and peeled off down the road. It was even worse at the front of the line. There a big man, wearing a tank top which exposed huge biceps covered with tattoos, protested.
“I’ve been waiting here for over two hours. You can’t be out of gas!” He ran to the double glass doors of the station, which were locked, and furiously pounded on them. “Open up! You’ve got a whole mini market full of stuff in there!” The man banged harder on the doors and the terrified Indian clerk inside cowered behind the counter. “You god-damned sand nigger! Turn the pumps back on and open up the store!” The man’s anger was building to a crescendo. He paced back and forth in front of the store, swearing. Then he hammered on the on the window again. Finally he ran to his pickup truck, got in, fired it up, and drove it head on into the store, crashing through the glass. He jumped out of the car and Ike and Snookie heard a series of shots. Ike got out of line and accelerated away. “We’ve got to get out of here!” “Is it really worth risking your life for a tank of gas or bag of potato chips?” “I guess, if you’re hungry enough. You saw it yourself. There was a run on the markets. And when they ran out of food, the people wouldn’t accept it, so they just tore them apart.”
Eade, Kenneth; Eade, Gordon L.. Terror on Wall Street, a Financial Metafiction Novel (Kindle Locations 1378-1402). Times Square Publishing. Kindle Edition.
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THE AUTHOR RUMINATES……
KEN EADE- ALWAYS THINKING, DAYDREAMING, STRATEGIZING-
-HOW TO CREATE HIS NEXT SUPER SUSPENSE THRILLER-
TRUST HIM, HE WILL NEVER STOP!!!
