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Nov. 28, 2009 The fog from the previous night had not lifted and therefore it was as if a large and important part of the those hours had never ended. The morning was like a night/day, a time when there were birds flying overhead but one still got the feeling that some strange creature or even a night coyote could be nearby. Traffic rumbled past where millions or billions of ¾ crushing framed the sides of roads and highways. ¾ crushing made the world, - that and the modern automobile. Far by the long hills someone was lighting off flares and these poofed into the sky like weak rockets. It could have been war time or a coastal city. One thing it could not have been was the end of something or the beginning of it. The morning world with its traffic and rocks, with its flares and birds, was in the middle of something. Perhaps the beginning had started off in the night as the fog rolled in and everything got taken back a step. No stars or moon were to be seen of course, but people secretly and not so secretly hoped that they were still there, waiting. ------------ About the Author: For more of Brian's short stories, visit his website: http://www.freewebs.com/storyandstory/. Email Brian Barbeito: Brian1750@Hotmail.com Comment on this article here! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com and are not allowed to be posted on other websites. ARTICLE THIEVES WILL BE PROSECUTED! |
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