Saint

Ah, the photo of his old bedroom. He couldn't help but smile. It was there he had taken the first steps towards his amazing career in computers, full of hope and dreams, overshadowing his big sister's remarkable career as a Professor.

Behind the bookshelf, that's where he hid it.

Years later, he went back to fetch it. Gone.

When the cops knocked at his door, he knew the governments of those countries weren't happy with him.

The little code-book... They had it. But how??

Sitting in his cold cell, he tried to figure it out, his sister's sneer haunting him.

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France Portnawak

A cool course on something maritime, he couldn't remember what. Something he had seen online, but he hadn't paid much attention. And now he was in this predicament, surrounded by ice and no one in sight. The tiny boat was destroyed and that thing, whatever it was called, frantically blinking some sort of danger signal, was tossed aside.

“And now, Mr. Smart Ass who never reads anything 'til the end? And now? Well, now you're gone.”

People searched for him. They did try...

Surprisingly, the advanced "cool course" had twice as many attendees. People like getting in trouble, don't they?

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River Crossing

Annwan Willows

"River Crossing..." said the sign.

River? There was nothing there, not a single drop of water in sight.

He looked left. He looked right. If he was to cross anything, he'd follow the rules.

Then he took a step forward and looked left and right again. He had always been very cautious.

He looked at his watch and took another step forward.

That's exactly when, out of nowhere, a huge pack of wolves knocked him down.

The locals nicknamed the pack leader River and crossing River where he usually crossed was not a healthy thing to do, cautiously or not!

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Remember

Milk Wood

 The vet's schedule is imprinted on my brain. For many months, that was the most important schedule in my life. Mondays and Tuesdays, morning and afternoon. Wednesdays, afternoon and evening. Thursdays, night shift. Fridays, not there. There were other vets there, of course, but... It wasn't the same thing. They hesitated, read the files ten times, messed up the meds. And I used to ask, not sure whom, please, please, don't let him get really ill on a Friday. Or weekend. The vet's schedule is still imprinted on my brain, but I don't need it anymore. My kitty is gone.

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