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Created on: August 09, 2009
Rykki Bryggs had been driving non-stop for about four hours since his last rest point. He could glimpse the bent bronze spire that land-marked the town of Terbury some six to seven miles in the distance. He could cover that distance in less than twenty minutes, but today his eyes felt extremely dry and tired. He had to stop.
Rykki felt as if his mind was on shutdown as he veered off to the side of the road next to the quaint three storey building. The next sign of civilization would be his destination. Thinking seemed like an extremely difficult task. He managed to reach into cubby hole on the far side of the vehicle and grabbed the last remains of the bottled water. He tipped some on to his kerchief and placed it over his eyes. The moisture brought a momentary relief. He peered into the distance towards Terbury and knew immediately that something was wrong... but he just couldn't identify it as yet.
Rykki parked his vehicle in the shade of the only tree in that square and entered the building. He sought permission to use the restroom to wash the tiredness from his face. Feeling better he decided to have a nice cool drink from the restaurant on the third floor. He sat in the far corner and look out towards the town. He kept feeling something wasn't right. He withdrew his sports binoculars from his attache and adjusted the sights on the bent bronze spire.
The skies were a vast expanse of azure blue with the occasional tiny white blotches. Golden rays of sunshine casted a magic glow upon the hillsides, the trees and the roof tops. Everything looked normal enough, but it just didn't feel right.
Rykki's brain was furiously ejecting and rejecting thousands of permutations almost at the speed of light. His eyes had begun to burn with the dryness again. The tired feeling was coming back. He shifted his eyes from the binoculars ever so slightly and closed them for a few moments. At the point of reopening them he thought he had seen something.
He re-affixed his eyes to glass and peered more intently into the distance town. Hmmmm! What is it? he muttered to himself. He could see the trees swaying from side to side and as it were showing off their beautiful flowers and foliage. He could see lots of cars; and people running around and jumping into each others hands. A beautiful sight isn't it? Rykki felt there was something wrong with that picture. What is it? He asked himself anxiously. He could not think as his brain was going into shut down mode again. He sat
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