Saturday, June 18, 2011

Forks in the road (a story)

Dateline: Bernie: June 16, 2011
Note: To follow our Olympic Park adventure from beginning to end, choose Plans are made from the index at right.

How it all started still seems like a mystery to me.





Some unbelievable sting of circumstances.


That String Theory thing of multiple universes beginning with a misstep.





It was blood red moon that night.




Twilight was falling like a heart longing for completion.


Like meeting Bela Lugosi in a darkening forest. On a path home. Just when you start breathing a sigh of relief, of a travelers journey, end. Out from the gloom, or was it the last ray of sunshine she steps.


Then as quick as you can say, "Bob's your uncle" she has you, you are done for. But you catch her eye, she hesitates and you are past the Forks in the road and over the bridge.


Safe.

Or are you...

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