"This Joyousness and dispersion of thought before a task of some importance seems to prove that this world of ours is not such a serious affair after all." -Joseph conrad

Sunday, July 22, 2012

Courier (ch.8)



A quiet rap at the door, someone wanted in.


“Who on earth could that be?” don’t open it “We aren’t here.”


Peering out the window, Mark noted, “I don’t see any rioters down there, so it’s probably safe.”


“Well, go on and answer it then, Mark,” spoke Bernard cautiously.


The large heavy door opened to reveal a courier bearing a small envelope. He briskly handed over the message and vanished from sight.


After quickly glancing at the contents Mark began, “So it looks like they’re afraid to use the phones now. There’s an Emergency Council Meeting scheduled next Friday”


“Finally.” 







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