Fortune

            The road soon became mud. A thick sludge where tires spun and the car threatened to swerve with each new purchase.

            “We should get out and walk from here.”

            “This is ridiculous.”

            “The roads will dry out, and we aren’t far. Might as well walk.”

            “I don’t know why I let you talk me into this. I should stay in the car.”

            “Suit yourself.”

            Fred opened the driver’s door and stepped out, his shoes immediately sinking into the mud. He had to admit, the idea had not been a good one. George, who initially agreed with an offhand indulgence to quaint smalltown absurdity, had spent the intervening hours relentlessly complaining about his agreeance. Fred heard the passenger door open, and George’s curses as he tried to step lightly upon the mud, but nevertheless sank his polished shoes into a deep puddle.

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Insanity, Welcome

            Roughly, the sun travels at 250 km/s. Hurtling through space, at this impossible speed, the sun drags the solar system with it. The orbit around the Milky Way, a more cosmic year, takes around 225 million years. The earth then, is the content age of 20, having whipped around the galaxy that many times – and for having so recently left its teenage years, it has accomplished a fair amount. Perhaps, it believes there is a period of roaring twenties ahead.  

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A New Day

            Betsy sat down, with pen and paper, to the serious business of changing her life. Indeed, that very evening she had stood in front of the body-length bedroom mirror, naked – one thing she was sure never to do again – and she had thought, well, she had not thought much at all. It was more of a sustained look, one of vacancy thinly masking mild incredulity, over-top a deeper and barely visible disgust. She had briskly turned her robe around her shoulders, whisking away all the bulges and folds. She now sat at the kitchen table, the pen tapping the empty page, as though summoning the words to appear.

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The Gateways

            The gateways had always been there, for as long as the inhabitants could remember, as long as memory existed on the island. They were housed in cylindrical domes, of a material impossibly hard and smooth. Occasionally, the doors to the domes would close, sealing seamlessly with the surface of the walls. Unsure of their failing, or the caprice of the gods, the inhabitants would pray, make offerings or sacrifices, until eventually the doors would open again, and the gateways would be accessible once more.

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