Party — The Gravity Control Series
“Humanity mastered the control of gravity.
It made parties slightly more interesting.”
A house in the suburbs.
Mom and Dad are two nights into a trip.
Their son — accepted to an Ivy League school — graduates in weeks.
The letter is pinned to the fridge with a magnet.
Forty-something classmates and their friends.
No smell of anything harder.
Just beer cans.
A lot of them.
Levitation EDM fills the room.
The bass shakes the floor.
“Let’s go.”
He tosses the ping-pong ball.
Gravity Beer Pong.
The table’s been tweaked — just slightly.
The ball hesitates.
Drifts.
Refuses to commit.
He loses.
Badly.
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The room erupts.
He downs his tenth beer.
When he hits the floor,
the music doesn’t stop.
“One. Two. Three.”
The gravity stretcher rises without a sound.
His stomach follows — a half-beat late.
The ER at 2 a.m. is white.
Bright.
Stomach pumped.
Vitals stable.
His parents cut the trip short.
The luggage tags are still on their bags.
“He had too much to drink,” the doctor says.
They exhale —
then tense again.
“…His college acceptance.
That won’t be revoked, will it?”
The doctor says:
“There are no life-threatening concerns.”
And leaves the room.
