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PreFlight
Sitting at the gate he noticed the time to start boarding had come and gone. Not hearing any announcement as to why for the cause of the delay, he stood walking towards the desk to ask the agents the status of his flight. While in line to ask his question to the agent, he noticed that a person stood across the concourse at the coffee shop holding a cup of brew intently fixated on observing an inpidual in the gate area who was seated one row over from where he was sitting. As he approached the agent standing behind the counter at the gate position, he noticed the person, a m...
Thirteen Minutes
His new life began with an arched eyebrow. “Well,” the woman drew out the word till it sounded like it had five syllables. She tilted her head to the side. “This is unexpected. Are you alright?” Was he alright? He was on the floor. A comfy floor. One that wasn’t making his back hurt. The ceiling was very nice- creamy with a fancy light hanging in the center of a gold leaf medallion. “I think so?” He said. “Good. Glad to hear that.” The woman bobbed her head. “I’ll just be on my way then.” He sat up. “One thing though…” She paused, half-turned towards the door. “Yes?” “Who are you?” She smiled....
Wings of Fate
Trigger warning: animal crueltyWe all know that one moment where the brain just knows and the heart is prepared that the earth could burst and the sky could fall, yes the omen in question is bizarre and vague, but which of us is not a pawn of destiny? Can you confidently tell me, you’ve never screwed up before? In my case, the sky was stiller and clearer than ideal so I knew the bird wouldn’t die of a thunderstorm for a fact and the earth was about as active on humanity’s destruction as is a drunkard babysitter. Yes, the weather was too good for a disastrous day. I only had myself to thank for...
The New Algorithm
Henrietta Van Pelt stretched languidly on the rattan deck chair. The cool breeze coming off of the Persian Gulf Coast to her right hand side tasted of coquitos and salt. Chills rose on her arms as a cloud scudded overhead, the first of many to rush in fill the horizon in the late afternoons at this time of year. It was monsoon season, which meant that anyone who'd ever been caught out in the thundering rain took notice of that single flicker of shadow. The brief chill it brought was like ice-water in thewww.onedoor.cc faces of the locals, a fifteen minute warning to get someplace warm and dry. With the ...