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The craft hovered just above the clouds as radio messages were relayed back and forth between them and the ground. It was a slow process, as neither understood the others and the crude translations were often cause for confusion on both sides.
After a few moments of uncertainty, the pig began wallowing in the mud before him, rolling around and grunting with pleasure. It was his first time he had ever had anything besides a concrete floor beneath his feet.
She wrapped herself up in the blanket, tucking it all around her sides and her feet, trying to trap in her warmth and keep out the cold, making a cozy cocoon where she could reside until spring came again. Beyond the window snow blew sideways, carried on a icy wind.
The paint was peeling off the walls of the rented apartment, and mildew stains lingered in the corners of the bathroom. Kyra sighed as she surveyed the rooms. It was all that she could afford with her budget. The landlord had long ago given up on trying to keep it maintained. Now he focused on keeping it up to a bare standard that would allow him to rent it out. She had low expectations for the kind of assistance she could expect the first time that she ran into an issue with the apartment.
The olive bobbed in the martini glass as Carol gave the liquid a swirl. She didn't even like martinis. She would have thought that after two years together, he would have known that about her, but then, she thought a lot of things would be different after two years.
She sat stunned for a moment in the dirt, hands and bottom throbbing from where they had hit the ground. After a quick mental inventory, she determined that she's suffered nothing worse than a few bumps and bruises, in addition to her injured pride.
She wanted to broaden her horizons with a college degree, but didn't know exactly what she wanted to do. It seemed like folly to spend thousands of dollars on a college education just to have one, without any real direction or purpose. Community college was always an idea, one which had been suggested to her more times that she cared to count, but the one in her area was staffed largely by people who were better business people than teachers.
At last she graced the hall with her presence. Her long hair was pinned up neatly, a few curls escaping, while her white gown trailed behind her, simple yet elegant.
The crowd gathered on either side of the street clapped as she danced down the parade route, tambourine in hand. She and the rest of the dance troupe were dressed as gypsies and the crowd seemed to enjoy their performance judging by the cheers as they passed.
She picked up the brush and ran it through her smooth chestnut hair. He would be arriving in the limo any minute, flowers in hand, wearing his best suit, all smile as he walked up to the door to greet her.
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