G MacDonald
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Final Gift
The fog lay heavy and thick across the courtyard as a sole figure emerged from the dark shadows along the tree line. She stood alone, glancing about her surroundings. Pulling the hood down further to cover her face she silently made her way alone the cobbled stone path. In the distance a tight grouping of buildings provided a dim solitary light in the fog.
By G MacDonald4 years ago in Criminal
The Mountain
The Mountain and excerpt from "A Dog Named Fire" The newspaper headline glared up at him from the table. He didn’t need to read it; he already knew what it said. He didn’t need anyone to tell him. It was the same routine each time, always erred in the beginning. The right people had to be told, information had to be confirmed. You couldn’t go around telling people news without following procedure. Procedure took time, not as long as most The newspaper headline glared up at him from the table. He didn’t need to read it; he already knew what it said. He didn’t need anyone to tell him. It was the same routine each time, always erred in the beginning. The right people had to be told, information had to be confirmed. You couldn’t go around telling people news without following procedure. Procedure took time, not as long as most peo-ple thought, but time nevertheless. Sometimes it was minutes, sometimes a couple of hours, it all depended on circumstances. The rest was a polite courtesy, a small window of time before it became too real.
By G MacDonald4 years ago in Petlife