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Scones
Getting time off work was a rarity, getting time off work in the summer was nothing short of a miracle, but getting time off work that coincided with your partner simply didn’t happen. Contrary to all rules of nature, it just had. Not something to be dwelt over, they had left the building the day before trying their hardest to pretend they didn’t exist, never had, and never would again. Someone remembering their presence now would simply not do. That brought with it the risk of them being told quite directly that they were no longer hurtling across the country at worrying speeds in a car packe...
Tanks.
"I need a tank." I tell my accountant."Like a water tank?""No." I stwww.onedoor.ccare out the window. A moment passes.He looks at me, scratching the back of his head. "Then what kind of... tank?""You know." I make a clicking gun noise, "Boom.""A toy?""No.""So you want a real tanker." He says slowly trying to understand. He takes off his glasses and rubs his eyes."Yes please." I ask like I'm ordering a cup of coffee."No." He says matter of factly."Please.""No.""Please.""Curtis." He stops me from talking, "We live in the city. And it is illegal for you to operate military grade equipment.""But I was in the mi...
Will Travel for Knowledge
It was the weirdest weekend. The most beautiful weekend. I will never forget those couple of days that felt like several life times. It may be hard to believe, but it did happen and it all started on the night of June 4th at 11pm.I was sitting in my room upstairs, looking out the window trying to get sleepy and thinking about nothing. The street was quiet - you know the scene. A few cars parked along the curb. The soft glow of the street lamps. No one around. I could hear faint voices that were probably attached to the faint smell of bonfire smoke that was at least one block over. I picked up ...
Stepping Through
Bryan Romel takes a hand off the steering wheel and bats the fringe of teal hair out of his half-closed eyes. He’s been driving down the interstate for sixteen—no, seventeen hours, now, the last four with the A/C wide open and the window’s down. However long it’s been, it feels like an eternity.The absence of cell service and a working radio has done little to help in his fight to remain conscious. There’s not even anything interesting to gander at, the scenery is as uniform as it is bland. The idea of pulling over for a little nap is alluring, but he can’t square it at this point, not when h...