Morning turns to night
We breathe in fire— Our Gods
They have left us now
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Jenna Delp
A former film industry professional turned global nomad, turned settled (for now) ex-pat in Greece; I’ve never been one to do anything the conventional way… and that’s just the way I like it 😉 γεια!
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Long Haul
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Truth be told, that was the main reason he took this job. He certainly didn’t need it. He was always good with money, and he’d made a decent living in his days at TransCon. He’d even convinced them to keep him on his routes long after everyone else had fully automated. Said he’d be a novelty. A bit of nostalgia for their older clients who were still pining for the “good old days”. And for a while he was. But when the legislation finally came down barring human-operated commercial transport vehicles, his good old days were officially done.
By Jenna Delp2 years ago in Fiction
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