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The one constant
The sun was just emerging over the mountains, with the light turning from a light blue florescent to bright pastels of blue, green and brown, when I heard her stirring in my tent. I was standing outside, crunching on a pear, with a small container of yoghurt in my left hand. I smiled. “Come look at the sunrise,” I said to her (Catarina was her name), in hushed tones so as not to wake anyone. The other tents were quiet. So, I suppose we were the first up. The idea had been to wake early so that we had time enough to make it on foot to the ferry that crossed the lake, and get to El Chalten befor...
Alice Pritchard and the Case of the Broken-In Bakery
Footsteps vibrated against the marble walls and bounced back towards the cobblestone street. Three figures appeared round the corner - two policemen with a young man in handcuffs were strwww.onedoor.cciding towards the police station. The handcuffed man was in his early twenties, with wavy blonde hair that dropped down till his shoulders. His eyes were brimming with tears, and he was trying his hardest not to break free of the firm policemen who were seizing him. 'For the thousandth time, I'm innocent,' he said in a trembling voice, shivering all over. 'Shut up, Jon,' said a burly policeman, slapping his ba...
Time Lines
Time LinesEvalee: Ten days. That was how long Jimmy said it would take us to drive from New York to San Francisco. Comfortably. I don’t want to drive more than five hours a day if I don’t have to, he’d said to me as we finalized our plan. I usually go along with whatever he says. It’s just easier that way. And what did I care how many days it would take us to get there? I’d been counting down days for the past two years, seventy-three days and eleven hours. Now? We were driving towards a new life, one I knew could be the break I needed. From him, I mean. From Jimmy. How to do it was a whole bi...