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August 30th, 2020

8/30/2020

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Every morning, he greeted the dawn, sitting on a solitary rock in the bay.
But this morning was different.
He wasn’t sure why. The fog rolled in just the same as it always had. The moan of the fog horns across the bay reminded him of the days he’d spent on the boats and down the river. The fog horns seemed to echo forever in his mind.
Most mornings drank his coffee and listened to the seagulls and other water birds assert their place in the bay.
 But this morning he didn’t even notice the call of the seagulls right above him. Much less the sounds of a truck engine pulling up behind him. 
He turned at the sound of feet on the gravel path that leads to the outcrop of giant boulders that overlooked the bay. 
She stood not far behind him. 
Still on the gravel. 
“You had to come, Didn’t you?”  Her windbreaker futtered in the breeze letting the mist get in and dampen the plaid shirt she wore under the old jacket.
 Feeling the wet, she moved her arms and closed it tight around her middle.
He didn’t say anything, just shifted his feet and looked down at the wet rock he was standing on.
“ You know I have to.” Was all he could muster.
 Even those few words were more then he wanted to say.
 “He’s not coming back.”
“I know. …  But I need to make sure.”
She joined him on the rock. Taking his hand, she pulled him close. Wrapping her arms around him.”I miss him too.” she softly muttered to him ad she buried he head into his shoulder.
The fog horns blew their call to the distant ships as they stood on the rock missing a son who would never come back.



 
 
 

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August 23rd, 2020

8/23/2020

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Early morning mist shrouded the vineyard.It should have given me more than length cover to sneak in and out undetected. 
But it didn’t.
 I heard the shots echoing behind me as I desperately tried to find my way around the tall thorny bushes. And vines. Occasionally running into poles and tripping. Getting back up, I managed to regain my sense of direction. Directions were easy anywhere they weren’t shooting at me. 
What they hoped to hit by shooting at me in the early morning fog, I have no idea, other than that the first couple came way too close for comfort. 
 I was now well out of range of the guns. So I slowed down.
 In a couple of cracks in the fog, I saw a landmark. So I headed for it.
 While trying to get my heart and breathing to slow down I went over the mission. It has been a success.
 I had broken into the main house, accessed their main server computers, without them knowing I was there at all. Manged to copy the files  I got in and out undetected. Almost.
The damned dog of theirs was prowling the halls. He caught my scent and started barking. Which in turn raised the alarm. Thus, I had to abandon my plans for a stealthy exit and break out and generally run for my life.
 But I had made it. As far as I know, they shouldn’t have any idea who I am, or why I was there.
 They would find out tomorrow when I presented their files to the board of directors and they were exposed as the cheats that they are. And I would be named as the new president of the company. Then I would show them how a real thief works.

 
 


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August 16th, 2020

8/16/2020

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 Easy—get a ticket to anywhere and get out of town before they realize I’m gone.Grand central station as a buzz as I entered.I was trying to avoid the cops. 
Well, actually I was trying to avoid pretty much anyone who could recognize me. Cops or otherwise. I needed to get out of town in a hurry. It really didn’t matter where. But I much preferred somewhere warm. I wasn’t too keen on hiding out in a frozen tundra.
 I found an empty ticket window.    The old geezer behind it looked like I’d just woken him up from hibernation. 
Florida I told him.
“Where in Florida?” The voice sounded as bored as one could and still be awake. I hoped that boredom translated into him not remembering me.
“The Keys,” I told him the only thing I could think of in Florida.
 He found a stack of notes, pulling down his half-frame reading glasses, he bent to read the tiny print on the list of destinations.
“No such place.” He straightened up. Looked at me like I was an idiot for not knowing that the keys weren’t a destination.
I  thought quickly.
“How about Sarasota?”
“Yep, that’ll do.”
“Okey give me a one-way ticket to Sarasota Florida. Please.”

“Can’t do that.”
“Huh?”

“ Last train just left. They’re closing that line down as of this trip. Your ten minutes late.”
“What do you mean closing that line down?”
 “I don’t know. I just do what they tell me to. “
“Okay, where in Florida can I go?”

“Florida State penteitnary?”
That instant I felt a movement behind me. Two big burly cops stood just behind me with their guns drawn and pointed at me.
“We were nice. We let you chose where you were going to jail.” One said.





 
 
  

 

 

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    ​From there one can go ANYWHERE..
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