"We'll still need you to bring us the footage for the splice with the closed circuit tv."
We've all met the types.
It's always prompted "normal" people, living, working, sleeping, waking, eating to kind of re-up interest in American values. Amongst decent people there are children and grownups, fully human, and by some miracle usually able to pick a thread of freedom and sacrifice to which they can relate.
A lot gets relegated to that must be Science Fiction. And brushes with brutality, ongoing abuse, really weird people and digitalia, well, some of it gets sorted into the crime and lifestyle piles. In some situations sequestering and buffer zones only make sense.
All in a day. No matter our work.
A head popped up out of the bare ground. Grass hadn't grown yet. "Come on in!" It was a salesperson's pitch and it was kind of echo-y below ground.
It was a fiancè who, cross-armed, took four or five stiff steps closer. "Dad, can I go in?" A middle age young boy, maybe nine years old, asked loudly. "Ask your mother."
"She's not my mother."
"Are there neighbors?" The Step-Mom-to-be asked. "There's a whole neighborhood." People looked around at the trees. A boyfriend drinking a blendered smoothie licked off a pinkish moustache. "Yeah, not the first time the world has ended."
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