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Tales of the Courier – A Stitch in Time
Tales of the Courier – A Stitch in Time It becomes obvious with time. Time, does a lot of things, except rewind. One of the favorite games of time is irony. And time always plays for keeps, no do overs. He is out of time. Moved fast, but not fast enough, and ran out of…
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Tales of the Courier – The Whiskey Barrel
Tales of the Courier – The Whiskey Barrel Found and not found. At the same time. There and not there, at the same time. Time and no time, at the same place. All of these make sense, to someone. Somewhere. It’s possible to think of somewhere, but difficult through the gunfire. The ride has stalled,…
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Tales of the Courier – The Runaway Gambit
Tales of the Courier – The Runaway Gambit He’s falling, fast. He knows there is snow, and wind, freezing to the bone wind. And it slices through him as he falls. Then he strikes something in the chaos of the fall, and he somersaults through the air and tumble/lands into a deep snow bank. The…
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Tales of the Courier – Back Trail Sweep
Tales of the Courier – Back Trail Sweep Many leagues further on is the plan. For now, he needs to drive. Just move and flow free. The road has been kind, and allowed this ride to follow along. 1courier drives, and considers a back trail sweep. Later. For now, drive. There is much to ponder…
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Tales of the Courier – The Wipe Out Effect
Tales of the Courier – The Wipe Out Effect Finding the place was the easy part. Getting to it was another thing. Agreeing to do this job, was the first twinges of a headache in the making. 1courier stood at the gates, peering down the dark and narrow road, that led away into the wooded…
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Tales of the Courier – A Bird in the Hand
The way back was always the rub. Each time, every time. If anyone wondered about this sort of thing, it surely never mattered. He was sour grapes today, didn’t matter, all that mattered now was getting past the next section of highway in one piece. Thirty seconds and all hell would be loosed. Again, today.…
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Back Under My Midnight Sun
Chasing that epiphany again. Got close again last night, then got a wake up call. Didn’t mind the call, I was already awake. There it was, my shining dark of the night beacon. The feeling was familiar, back under my midnight sun. My road, was unfolding before me. My thoughts were on the epiphany that…
