Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Are you being witty, Professor? Witty? I think not. No one could attest to the serious nature of my comment better than Subject 23. I assume she’s the reason I’ve been called before the Directive.
The sounds of a train in motion were hauntingly familiar. The clack-clack-clackity-clack of metal wheels on metal tracks, the clanging of bells, the mournful wail of the whistle all penetrated the depths of his sleeping brain, calling to mind his boyhood home across the street from the train depot.
Rainy Days for My Sunshine
I am not crazy about conflict. In fact, there's nothing I hope to avoid more. I want everyone to just get along. Having said that, I have to add that I am not a Pollyanna type--but I long to be. I want to be that person with the perpetually sunny outlook on life. Unfortunately, that is not the world I live in.