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Lost and
found - 
Laura hung around on the
country lane for almost six hours. It took six long hours for her to
finally accept the reality of another cruel episode. In the end she
prayed her engine might not start so she would be forced to spend a
night on the lane, and awake to find Mike was leaning against the gatepost
with his scrunched up parachute beneath his arm; smiling at her reassuringly.
With the onset of evening shadows, though, and nearby woods filling
with noisy crows, came the urge to move on. There was tenacity in Laura,
right now, right in the midst of such deep despair, she could barley
find enough strength to wish the birds away.
Lost
and found - 
Through a lasting shockwave
of stares and whispers, Chris traced his own silent path out; ignoring
the laughter aimed his way from Deane’s side of the room. It was
odd to hear the prevailing noise of pots rattle from the kitchen; something
as mundane as that had no right to be jarringly prominent.
After settling the bill, Chris apologised, wasting no time to join Laura
in the pickup. He imagined he might find her shaken; but this was not
so. Instead she was focused, buoyant, eager to know if the incident
had looked convincing; like teasing secrets about her performance was
the real conversation she wanted to have.
Lost
and found - 
Denis was riding high from
his daring escapades. His mind wandered, this time to the topic of physics.
He was trying to figure out, much to Chris’ irritation, why the
relationship with scale plays funny tricks on the eye.
“From up here, things look so strange down there.” He said.
“It’s like objects at street level move in slow motion - like
they’re locked in another timeframe.”
This paradox, Denis duly declared, had mainstream science baffled. He
seemed to think a scientific explanation for this effect was wide of
the mark; and well it might have been discussed had Chris not had other
things bothering him.
“Yeah brilliant, Denis. Tell you what, I’ll throw your name
in the hat for next years Nobel prize. In the mean time, get your arse
into gear.” He said, flicking his thumb in the direction of the
corridor.
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