Benjamin R Disher Jr
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John sat at the table, his elbow resting on the laminated particle board surface. The dim lights of the combined kitchenette and dining area gave the scene a greyness that suited his mood. Before John, on the table, sat a simple 6-inch cube of cardboard. It had been dumb luck that he'd even seen the drone dropping it off, a novel delivery method if ever there was one. Must have cost a fortune to get it delivered that way, but its not like he paid for it. Either way, he wasn’t expecting a package, even with the holidays coming on.
By Benjamin R Disher Jrabout a year ago in Horror
D20
This particular late June day itself started much as any other. I was deployed with my squadron for Operation Southern Watch. I had risen early, ready for the day’s work. The hairline sun already lighting the stark Persian Gulf coastline promised another hot and humid Saudi Arabian day. I’d already been in country for more than 2 months, with the encroaching summer proving as brutal as any I had encountered. I don’t honestly recall the early day, just another in a litany of unremarkable points in time. I was more than likely checking the self-defense systems of each jet as it launched, as I did many times before and after. I ate an unimpressive lunch, perhaps enjoyed the small terrarium we had at the modular building where avionics troops like myself rested when we had no work. If that had been the course of my day, then I would say it would have been preferable, even if I had no memory to remark on later.
By Benjamin R Disher Jrabout a year ago in Serve