He had the Pepsi in his mouth. “What kind of battle formation is that supposed to be?” came another voice. That was suicide, passive suicide maybe, but the intent was the same. I told Captain Parker that I'd be right along once Marshal Blake showed up.
I want to be told it will be alright, but I am far too old to believe such comforting lies. I managed not to jump this time. I don't know what they sensed, or what they saw, and that was probably just as well. But if this was creation, it was nothing I could understand, nothing I wanted to understand.
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