going south –
in the far lane
dead fox
Tag: travel
#quikfic 44
When he lowered the tray in front of him, Bob found a note: “Sorry about what my baby did to your seat on the previous flight.”
Fiction: Flight
Karen’s single bag had been checked in. Her purse had been searched, and she had been irradiated to ensure she wasn’t a bomb-laden jihadist. Now she waited for her flight to be called.
I’m finally going to do it, she thought. I’m finally getting away from him.
haiku 53
we leave before dawn –
but where is our neighbor
going at this hour?
Fiction: Papal Bull
Not recently, Carmine, a white and tan cat, woke especially early and spent the morning in prayer, punctuated by the occasional quick glance at where his tail should have been.
When he felt as prepared for his journey as any cat has ever felt, he slipped away from the barnyard and wandered down the dirt road toward the port.