It’s 3 am and I’m huddled in the bushes outside a rest area bathroom somewhere along Hwy 101 in Southern California. I’ll make off with the final bell, once the Highway Patrol car leaves the parking lot
Sheldon was furious. Struggling up the dark hill towards the parking lot where his bald-tired beater was resting, he cursed the class he had just stomped out of. “Who do they think they are?” he muttered,
“Cardon, are you sure about this?” Howard asked. “The procedure hasn’t been tested yet.” “Shhhh” the physicist said to his assistant, as he focused on a microscopic needle making its way through a series of gas-filled tubes in the vacuum chamber.
Maggie awoke with a start. Someone was beating on the walls again. Trying to push through the sleepiness, she maneuvered her plump body to something resembling a sitting position.
The sun beat down on our building like slow fire. I looked at my watch. 10:30, and I’d already drunk half my water. The heat made it hard to think about anything but how much warmer it would be by 1 pm.