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Closing the Seam
Mar. 4th, 2003 01:23 amI've had a little story germinating in my head, and in the last couple of days, I've finally been able to get it out. Read on...
Will was driving his truck. He was riding down Texas 36 at some 70-75 miles per hour. Out here there wasn’t much to see. The road passed underneath him. It seemed more that he and the truck were stationary as the world passed underneath him, mile after mile.
The sun, which had been high above him when he started the journey, now showed it’s 4:00 self. Soon, he would need to put down the visor to keep the rays out of his eyes. Slowly, clouds paced across they sky, few and far between.
Lit by the sun’s rays was a small cardboard box, with a prominent place in the passenger seat. The box, which was about 5x7x5 was closed, the flaps folded over one another to make the seal without tape. Next to it was a role of simple, grey duct tape. The box bore the logo of Amazon.com.
( Read On )
Will was driving his truck. He was riding down Texas 36 at some 70-75 miles per hour. Out here there wasn’t much to see. The road passed underneath him. It seemed more that he and the truck were stationary as the world passed underneath him, mile after mile.
The sun, which had been high above him when he started the journey, now showed it’s 4:00 self. Soon, he would need to put down the visor to keep the rays out of his eyes. Slowly, clouds paced across they sky, few and far between.
Lit by the sun’s rays was a small cardboard box, with a prominent place in the passenger seat. The box, which was about 5x7x5 was closed, the flaps folded over one another to make the seal without tape. Next to it was a role of simple, grey duct tape. The box bore the logo of Amazon.com.
( Read On )
