[Fiction Practice] Edge of Nowhere

“Train’s running late.”
“Yeah, Sam, and normally there are at least some people here at this stop.”
“It’s weird, Jane. This’s the last post outta 174′ in rush-year traffic. What day is it?”
“It’s five past October. No holidays come to mind in the Neuro. Weird.”
Two salarywomen chat about their delayed train at the 29th post of the FP-line, exiting the 174-9-Ughbug Space Colony for the 309-29-Suburbs, when one will step out onto the tracks.

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[Fiction Practice] Returning Back Home

“What was that, Float?”
“Let’s race there!”
The two childhood friends already drove through hours of forest to arrive at that rest stop. They could see hints of their destination, still over two hours away, through the mountains. The suited man driving a white sports car revved his engine before the stylish man revved his red muscle car louder.
“How about to the next rest stop, Quest?”
“Yeah, no harm in pushing it… a little.”

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[Fiction Practice] Returning Lost Wallet

“What’s that, Float?”
“Let’s go see.”
The two friends skated through the college parking lot to a small rectangular object they saw while lounging around between classes. The obscured teacher’s parking area was empty except for trees, the two part-time students, and the worn leather object. The fitter of the two arrived first, grabbed the object, and started investigation before the lankier one arrived.
“That’s someone’s wallet, Quest.”
“Yeah, I’m just lookin’ inside for… ID.”

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