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The groaning floorboards sweated in the oppressive heat. Marie stood, her gun shouldered and pointed at the floor. All around her the jungle produced so many chirps and squawks that the noise rolled in something like a heavy fog. The tiger snorted below the floor of the hut. She clicked back the action on the rifle, and exhaled.
She put the dozen muffins into the oven and shut the heavy metal door. Steam fogged the bakery windows, and the outside sky had turned the purple shade that foretold dawn in an hour or so. A few drunken stragglers from a wild Friday passed the plate glass, some looking hungrily into the windows. They didn't see her.
As he shifted the conductor into a lower run cycle Andan looked into the distance. He could already see the faint glimmer of the next star, his target for the mission.
The bouncer crossed his arms across his chest, his gold watch level to Jackie's eyes.
"There's no way I'm letting you in, the club is full and you're not on the list after all."
He was about to get mad when Judy pulled her away from the bouncer.
"Don't you want to at least TRY to see them play?" Jackie wined.
Judy just ran a small hand through her short hair.
"When the going gets tough, the punks get sneaky." she said, and she pointed to the fire escape.
The wooden porch slats dug into her bare legs, the very same ones her grandfather had laid down when they first built the farmhouse. It was big sky country and the view seemed to extend into forever and ever still; yet in her heart Mary just wanted to be somewhere else, anywhere but here.
The bare bulb hung from the cord in the center of the room giving off a dim light and buzzing gently. How many hours had He been in this windowless tomb? What had he done to deserve imprisonment. There was a knocking at his door and the sound of a metal latch sliding, grinding against it's socket. Long enough for a beard he thought, long enough for that latch to rust.
The thundering of their hooves echoed over the valley. The wide swaths of grass crushed beneath their feet were the source of fascination for Will all his young life. Roads to nowhere, on and on into the horizon.
Her father's library curled around her like a mink. It was small, with high ceilings, but the space was used so efficiently, and so tightly crammed...crap
The sound of the laughter echoed though the hallways. The architecture of the house was still perfectly preserved in her mind. The dark green damask wallpaper extending, yearning forward for what seemed like ever, the oil lamps giving off their orange light. It was the only place she'd ever been happy and she knew that, and lamented it, especially here; at the end of her life.
When she opened the door, a musty smell wafted over her. Stacks of yellowing news papers were everywhere. Nobody had been inside for years, a hoarders paradise. In the corner a man lay slumped over a card table. The game solitaire spread out before him.
"How fitting." Julie thought before tripping over a box of glass figurines.
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