Altered Destinations: Mercury's Wake - Day Four

by Stephanie Vlahos

“You helped me up.”
“I gave you my hand.”
“You regret it, don’t you? You regret helping me when you’ve seen what I am.”
“I see nothing. Only you see what you are. Tell me, do you know what I am?”
“I got my suspicions.”
“Then you are a great man, indeed.”

Every tragedy has a clean-up. Monday, the last day of a very long weekend or the beginning of the week, and everyone is leaving town

While police remain on the sniff for the missing perpetrator of the baffling Pompeii tragedy, eight strangers follow their random destinies. One destiny culminates in a hellhole diner somewhere near Area 51 where a few gangsters and a strange hitchhiker are held hostage in what feels like the final day on Earth.

What is The End? The journey continues.


Blind Chaos Is the apocalyptic tilt from the original novella Before Chaos, followed by Left Turn, The Unseen and Altered Destinations. These books make up the series that mark the days in full novel Mercury's Wake – The Long Weekend. We offer them separately for those readers who prefer to take it one day at a time.

142 pages, Paperback

Published May 11, 2024

About the author

I grew up in a town called Westport in Connecticut, where artists, writers, and actors congregated. As a child, I woke up every morning to the sound of inspiration in the incessant tapping on the Underwood typewriter. My parents were writers and teachers. My mother, Olivia, wrote extensively on anthropology, was a protégé of anthropologist Joseph Campbell. and a fabulous storyteller in the guise of professor, drawing from her early years as an actor. My father, John, wrote for the silver screen in Hollywood, then radio and early television in New York City, what some people refer to as the "Golden Age of Television." He never liked living in Los Angeles, and when he discovered the lush greenery of Connecticut, he soon moved the family to a house on a tall hill. The house was a converted artist's loft. I often recreate some of its details in my writing, for example, a short story entitled, "The Sad Story of Imani Cosmos."
I grew up playing in the woods, envisioning large, stacked stones as bunkbeds. I'd play explorer, wielding a large stick to beat the grass, and followed by my best friend, a golden mutt named Snoopers, which I soon changed to Zazo. She was too beautiful, too exotic to own a generic dog name. And yes, I had a dreamy childhood. I was fortunate to have a dad who encouraged the instinct of make-believe as a conduit to creative cognition. I was quite free – a childhood filled with the freedom to imagine is nothing short of magnificent wealth. And because of my childhood, I spend a good portion of my writing and directing life invested in telling stories that might remind people that childhood should be honored.
My father worked in a detached office on the very top of our hill. It was loft-like and filled with thousands of books and piles of newspaper clippings. My father received the first Emmy Award, but he also wrote special (very special) services for our church, in which the family performed. Despite those accomplishments, my father thought of himself as a poet. He wrote sonnets. He also went through a deep depression when I was quite young. I sensed what it might have been about, but never said anything. I have never sought to tell people how they feel. My father was such a kind, mild-mannered human that he wouldn't dare show his feelings. His feelings manifested discreetly. He would have a few glasses of wine after making a wonderful dinner. The dinner ritual complete, he'd retreat to the couch in the living room for a snooze. Still, he'd always wake up in time to put us to bed. Family members tucked in their beds, he'd retreat to his office and write till the wee hours. But his late-night stints never kept him from waking up before all of us, ensuring we'd be met with the sound of classical music, a warming house, the smell of breakfast replete with hand-brewed coffee, fresh squeezed orange juice, and melon. Such stuff was magic, and I am aware that I was once rich.
I walked a different creative path from my parents. You see, from a tiny age, I loved to sing. In my early teens, I was asked to sing in two madrigal ensembles, one professional, the other semi-professional. I loved to harmonize and blend. But when I first set foot onstage in a school play, there was no stopping me. I discovered I loved theatre and I loved singing. Where might I have gone? Opera, of course. I became a professional opera singer when a tiny voice in my chest said "yes," after a friend mentioned a new international opera company starting up in Los Angeles. I threw my bull terrier into my car and moved West. Amazingly, I nailed the gig, and within no time, I was standing on a massive stage in a 2500-seat house, singing lead roles opposite some of the opera greats like Maria Ewing, Thomas Allen, Leonie Rysanek (oddly, with Dudley Moore thrown in). I worked with directors such as Peter Hall, Jonathan Miller, and Gordon Davidson. I appeared in films directed by Walter Hill and Nicholas Triandafyllidis, working with actors like Jeff

Reviews

[Moona · Rating 5 out of 5]

Altered Destinations: Mercury's Wake - Day Four by Stephanie Vlahos is the next entry in a gripping apocalyptic series that follows interconnected lives amidst chaos. Set near the eerie and iconic Area 51, the story intertwines the fates of eight strangers, gangsters, and a mysterious hitchhiker, who all find themselves trapped in a diner that feels like the end of the world.

As the police chase leads on a baffling tragedy tied to Pompeii, the narrative digs deep into character dynamics, mysteries, and the existential tilt of their destinies. The book is part of Mercury's Wake – The Long Weekend, segmented into standalone reads for readers who want to unravel the story one layer at a time.

A blend of suspense, drama, and the supernatural, this installment is ideal for readers intrigued by unpredictable twists and morally complex characters.