Sanctuary Tree_It Was Only A Job_City Life_The Burgh
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Sanctuary Tree
It was a hot day. The sun beat down, frying my scalp and burning my skin. Sweat stung my eyes. My tongue was dry as dust. I despaired. I can’t keep going, I thought. I felt the despair tangle with the irritation and resentment building in my gut. Why did it have to be so hot? Why today? Why now? I just wanted to curl up and die. No, that wouldn’t do. But what else was there to do? Keep wandering until I died? That’d be real fun. Go back? No. There was no going back. Keep wandering it is, I thought. I shuffled forward. One step. Then another. I seemed hardly to move, but I kept on. Soon, though...
It Was Only A Job
Browsing through the news he could still not believe what he was seeing. Restrictions over restrictions. Wearing a mask surely made things easier. Together with a hat and the right bulky clothing, he would not be easily spotted by cameras of any sort. He could hide his tools easily under a jacket and most people would not think twice about seeing him, nor recognize him. Yet he realized that his target would not be so easily reached. All he did was go to the supermarket, and at irregular times, no certain day, and mostly in broad daylight and with other people around. He wasn't out at night, he...
City Life
The knife glinted at my throat; his eyes skewered into mine. I froze, my words, pleading and desperate, stuck in my mouth. The black hood fell over his face. He brushed it back. I stared into the dark eyes; did I know him? I inched closer to the hedge and my brain kicked free. So did my knee. I thrust up, he doubled over, grunted with the pain. I ran. Glad of my trainers for city living I pounded over the pavement towards the lights. ‘Stupid, stupid,’ I muttered the words between gasps and vowed to avoid all short cuts in the future. I rounded the corner, out of breath, I looked over my sho...
The Burgh
“The Burgh” That’s the thing about Pittsburgh, it seems like the last place anyone would build a city. It’s three rivers flowing through steep hills and deep ravines and surrounded by even higher hills. Any sizable tracts of level ground are scattered among steep terrain and along the edges of the rivers. Whoever that first person was who stood there, looked around and thought it could ever be anything more than a small military outpost must have been a true visionary. I thought about that as I drove from the airport in a stripped down Nissan Altima, the last available midsize that Enterprise...