..still running, Syra made the port by dusk, orange hue from suns casting over the dock...to the right she glimpsed a rusted ship..@130story
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..still running, Syra made the port by dusk, orange hue from suns casting over the dock...to the right she glimpsed a rusted ship..@130story
Left? He'd turned left? Why was he was taking her the wrong way? Did he know a shorter route? No. He should have turned right. @130story
One phone call. Everyone gets one before you get put in a cell. "Take it, it is the last thing you will get." Said then officer @130story
I peered from the window for the umpteenth time. I paced, and as I did so small memories started seeping - with anger long buried. @130story
I knew I was right. It was natural justice. Call it blindness or tunnel vision, there was no doubt in my mind it must be done now. @130story