Cassette_Take A Walk._The Red Cedar_ Next Stop: Eternity (the sequel to "Proof Positive")
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When you roll back the tape, the best moment is often right after the start, just when you think you’re going to fail.Life is a cycle, the ending is just another beginning. What a cliche! The beginning has lasted two years and it is fruitless, one with an interminable ending. He flicks on the light in the room and absorbs the unfamiliarly nostalgic arrangement of the furniture. A mahogany bookshelf; several chairs imported from France aligned along the oblong table; an ancient cassette player and a stack of cassettes; a miniature statue of Einstein with his disheveled hair he made using the l...
Take A Walk.
Sometimes I wish I had a calendar. A paper one. Having one on my phone is, somehow, not striking enough for me to notice every morning. Breakfast is always the same bread and jam. I don't have enough money to afford good things like milk and cereal. I only have myself to blame for that. It's a terrible job that I have. But thankfully, it's a weekend today. It's difficult to tell, but if I don't get a call in the morning telling me how late I am, it's usually a day I don't have to work. I checked my calendar, just to be sure.2042, August 21st. A Saturday. No work. Great.A dull feeling washed ov...
The Red Cedar
Melinda – 2004 – Norfolk, Virginia “How are you feeling today, Betsy?” I ask my patient, who has just been admitted, but who I’ve known for years. “Okay. Just in for a tune up.” She chuckles, as she tells me she’s here for what many Cystic Fibrosis patients have to regularly come in for. A few weekswww.onedoor.cc of strong IV antibiotics to help clear up or mitigate an infection that many CFers are prone to. “This is my fiancé, Brad”. Brad holds her hand tightly. He’s gorgeous, with striking green eyes that remind me of my eldest sons, and dressed in a suit and tie, like he works some serious prof...
Next Stop: Eternity (the sequel to "Proof Positive")
Roughly south-southwest of the town of Uyuni in western Bolivia is a train graveyard. So the story goes, every new moon, a ghost train arrives at the graveyard. It stops for several minutes, as if picking up passengers, and then moves on again, disappearing in the darkness.This was the information Boss gave us in Washington DC. This and up-to-date photos, some from satellites, but mostly from the ground. Not much in the grand scheme of things, but that was why we were being sent there. To flesh it out. To make it more than just a skeleton, unlike the remains of the locomotives at the train gra...