Opening Lines

Drake’s fingertips burned from tapping on the typewriter keys all night. With every keystroke, the hands on the clock moved faster. He only had six hours until his plane departed. Six hours to plead his case. After that, it would be too late.


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2 thoughts on “Opening Lines

  1. Arthur coughed. He wiped the blood from his mouth and continued to type. His lungs were on fire, and his life ebbed with each searing breath. Soon he would be as dead as his cell phone. He decided that “Never give up your landline” should be inscribed on his tombstone. Help was not on the way. The old Remington was his only form of communication. His fellow citizens deserved to know the facts. He coughed again. More blood, more pain, less air. Time to reveal the truth was running out.

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