“So? What’s the sitch?” “FUBAR.” Martin’s eyes went wide and his face drained of color. “Nothing but enemy between us and the pick up five miles from here.” “There’s a field right in front of us!” A soldier behind Walter stage-whispered. “Tell them to change pick up locations!”
On the thirteenth day of the trip we were told to assemble on the beach at the crack of dawn for an unscheduled treat. This was an optional side excursion. After some effort on our guide’s part’s, we were divided up into sets of three or four, and sent off in catamarans to look for dolphins.
“Are you sure?” Milton stood to the side of the ornate scrollwork around the entrance as his wife locked the door for the last time. “Yes.” Fran turned the key decisively, sending the deadbolt home. “Isn’t there anything you want to take? I’m sure the new owners would never notice. They didn’t even ask for an inventory before they bought the store.” “I said ‘As Is’ and that’s how they’ll get it. Fifty years of looking at all that junk […]
The name of this three has escaped me. That’s a real pity because so much of this post is going to be about it. I’m going to call it a palm for convenience sake, but don’t quote me. After we walked around in the rest of the village, we found hooked up with our host for lunch. He made much of his living off of the palm trees growing randomly on his land. One of the main crops for him […]
“Why do you put up with him?” Walter could no longer remember the name of the soldier who said it, but he couldn’t forget the words.