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cost of doing business A small red pickup, with a rusted out bed covered in plywood stained dark in spots by lord only knows what sat on the asphalt by the fence. It sat there near every day for a good many weeks. No one seemed to notice it, just another truck in truck country. The fence surrounded the building inside which was of brick with windows that seemed to throw the sun back at you. Square, nothing fancy, just a brick building but what it held was precious beyond measure.  That very morning while she was walking to that very building, she thought someday I will never have to do this ever again, it made her smile knowing that in time this would not be a part of her life anymore, that her life would swing out from here to become something else, something that would be more than this brick building, more than hours of restlessness, than days of waiting. Warehoused within, room after room… She smelled it, first, like caps and copper. The sounds came later, soft almost, like she was far away. It wasn’t until he swung out into the corridor that she reacted. Warmth ran down her leg. She smiled bigger than the sun in August, running forward, dropping her books, her hands flung out to the sides. His eyes caught hers, silence filled the hallway. He lifted her, spun her round and round. It’ll hurt, he whispered. She nodded. He fired into her leg, she screamed, sprawling on the floor at his feet. He ran. She pulled herself into a classroom, saw the bodies, wept for the dead. Revolution has a price. It would be a good 5 minutes before the truck blew. You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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i often wonder what happens next You cannot conceive the many without the one.
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That was an intriguingly interesting tale, I hope you have a great week.. Seduce the mind and see what a wonderful adventure the body will take you on.. 
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I want to know what happened before...to lead her there. And, what will happen next... "Sometimes the most productive thing you can do is relax." – Mark Black
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Kind of a cliffhanger there, McWickster, you tease! A compelling read as ever......
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Very good wicked. Now you have my attention hugs V Become a blog watcher sweet_vm
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That was worth going back and reading from the beginning, once I (sort of) figured out what was going on. But still a mystery - why did she run to him with a smile? Her dad maybe? Hmmm.....  
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I've read this several times, with a gap in between and a return pass. Sure, part of me wonders what happens next, but I think the larger part prefers to leave it in the land of wonder. Nor do I want to refocus on the other end, and everything leading up to that moment. Avoidance, sure. But, I have the rest of the story pretty well worked out to a point of comfort. If you can call it that. After rolling it around in my noggin pretty thoroughly, I think I prefer it as a snapshot in time. Interesting, the things and thoughts I thunked.
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