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Day Forty Eight PM #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Still waiting for Lyle to return. I had hope this morning that this would be the day. There was even a sign – the sound of a drone on the approach. I looked out and could actually see it, coming low over the buildings. It was Lyle’s, but at the last minute it executed a wide turn and fled the scene.

I went to cover and stayed there, and tried my best to scope out what could have precipitated Lyle’s sudden flight from the scene.

The day grew gray with no explanation. And no Lyle.

Now the conundrum to resolve – do I wait longer? Or do I set out to find Lyle? Or do I take to the trail without him?

About rwoz2

Poet, historian, writer for stage and screen. Responder to Jesus (Romans 5:8)

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