Author Archives: Douglas

In My Head

I wrote in my head yesterday while driving. Today I’ll try to transcribe those thoughts below. The girl thinks Narkkid is her mother due to a scrap of paper with her military service number printed on it next to “Mother”. There is a “Father” section, but she was unable to locate any information on him. [...]
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Melodies or Landscapes

She'd have rather been a musician or a painter creating melodies or landscapes with her hands; being a flit mechanic was as close as she'd gotten in the ten years since she'd retired.
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Four Times the Amount

"Did you know when I applied for a stall here in Rundark I barely had enough money to buy one of the smallest licenses? I was going to use my mother's tea service until I could afford better."
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