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Roger Johnson is very tired; it’s Friday afternoon and it’s been a long week. He’s looking forward to the weekend; there’s a baseball game he’s taking in with his son, his co-worker and his daughter. But first they must wrap up work; there’s a rumor that both men are duty-bound to check out. It’s almost Halloween of 1953; the weather has turned cool quickly and fall is definitely in the air. Maryland in the autumn is a fine place to be and Roger’s wife Betty has be...
Sean Doyle is going through his father, Alvin J. Doyle’s, papers in his study/attic; the latter’s funeral had been over the weekend and now it is his job to sort out what to keep and what to toss. His wife Diane of eighteen years is helping him. Downstairs, their sixteen-year-old son Seamus is playing video games in the living room. Diane sees her husband absorbed once again in thought so she excuses herself to ostensibly go to the kitchen to see about dinner. Sean...
Hundreds of years from now, on the other side of our galaxy, aboard Deep Space Probe Sixty-nine, the Captain and Navigator are arguing about their orders: “What’s the name of this star again?” the Captain inquires. “I don’t know,” the Navigator responds quickly enough. “It hasn’t been cataloged yet.” “But our position is correct, yes?” the Captain persists.
Jack has been in the hospital two days before he meets Jasmine; she comes into his room shortly after dinner with his medicine. “Hello Lieutenant,” Jasmine virtually sings as she deposits the paper cup of pills on his rolling table and proceeds to check all of his machines and their readings. “Hi,” Jack manages to articulate as he struggles to sit up and assess the nurse, turning the TV off.
The next morning, Marci wakes up while it’s still dark out to the sound of Rascal scratching at her dorm door; she unlocks it, opens the entranceway enough for him to enter and she immediately lets the latch lock as it normally does without impediment. “Oh Rascal,” Marci begins as she sniffs. “I had the worst night last night; I cried myself to sleep.”...
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