The Connected Lost Connection_Pretty Penny_TURN OF THE HERMIT_Blackdamp
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The Connected Lost Connection
*Ring Ring* went my phone as I walked around my studio apartment wrapped in a towel. “Who would be calling?” I asked myself as I went to answer it, my week away from work has barely begun, they better not be calling me. “0463 826 948, Hmm that’s weird, they normally call on a private number. Fuck it.” “Hello?” I spoke as I answered the unknown number. “Hey, your mum gave me your number and suggested this would be a good time to give you a ring” said the masculine voice on the other side of the phone. “Oh no, what did she say? I am not looking for anything relationship-wise, I work twelve-hour ...
Pretty Penny
For someone who relied solely on plastic and overdrafts to pay for things, she seemed to find a lot of loose change lying around. In the footwell of her car, in the gutter when watching her step, on side tables in waiting rooms, in the elevator or corridors of her building. So much so that she eventually cleaned out a jar of Bolognese sauce just for somewhere to put them. Today, she found another pile of pennies, this time while queuing in Target. She offered them around in case someone had dropped them, but no one accepted so she pocketed them with a shrug. She picked her basket back up again...
TURN OF THE HERMIT
(This story is set in earth’s twin planet GAIA2 which is 800 years younger and is evolving.)He is a hermit. It was his 70th birthday and he sat recalling a significant event of his past which happened 20 years ago:‘Far in a wild, unknown to public view/From youth to age a reverend hermit grew;/The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell,/His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well:/Rwww.onedoor.ccemote from man, with God he pass'd the days,/Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise./' That introduction can’t be put better than by that poet*. That is the hermit named Monk. He would help the needy, ...
Blackdamp
Arizona, June 21st 1982The burning hot glare of the solstice sun seemed like an eternal Martian star, laying constant in the sky. The desert heat had swept across the barren landscape, and created a glistening mirage effect throughout the surrounding area. It would have been a calming and tranquil place were it not for the insufferable heat, and the myriad of venomous snakes and scorpions that hid amongst the dry foliage and rocks. But calm and serenity were descriptives that had no place in this rich and ruthless area of the desert. The sound of the insects and wildlife had been drowned out ...