Wednesday, March 14, 2018

Rory 5

Rory looked at the pile of dinosaur bones.  It was like a puzzle.  He cleaned his glasses.  Music was playing in the background (She blinded me with science!), and the whiff of an untouched bowl of oatmeal lingered.  The bones haunted him.  He got in his car and drove slowly, clutching the ray gun he'd snatched from the time traveler who'd brought him the bones.  A crab scuttled across the road.  He easily avoided it.

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