Careful What You Wish ForHot day, nearing the end of august. Too hot to spend lunch inside, we'd all migrated to the small amount of shade offered by the roof overhang on the side of the warehouse. Great view for an afternoon meal, a parking lot and our friendly neighborhood freeway offramp. At least there was a breeze off the bay.What little conversation there was abruptly came to an end as the noisiest, oldest, most beat up looking VW bug I think I've ever seen, made it's way up the slight rise to the light at the end of the ramp. Surprisingly enough, it made it all the way. The cacaphony was shortly drowned out by the bass thumping from the van which pulled up b
What Goes Up WIPThe rains came, the earth moved, and the sky fell in. Leastways that's how I'm gonna tell it. Whenever I tell it. If I ever do. Tell it. The story of how we got to California. Don't you laugh. Someone might want to hear it. Just you wait and see...The rains came, the earth moved, and the sky fell in. It was really just the roof falling when the walls caved in, but that doesn't really matter. What really matters is that we had to find a new place to live, had to make The Move. First, though, we had to pull everything we could find out of the mud before it slid all the way down the hill and into The River. Earlier that week The River had just
Bria intro.."Enough! I'll no be a victim of your foolishness any longer!" Roegir snatched a rag from his belt and wiped away the clotted goat's milk which dripped from his hair and beard. I tried my hardest to look repentant, but my performance was marred by an escaping giggle. Muttering something under his breath, the old ranger reached into his pocket. As he pulled out a small stone, it occurred to me that I may have finally gone too far. "Wait! I'm sorry Roegir! It won't happen again!" My words fell on empty air. The ranger was gone.I ran.Through the forest. Across the fallen log. Home. I had to get home. Between the rows of corn I ran. Faster t
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