Legend of Tory Adore 6: A Line Drawn in the Sand


Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?

Tory drew a line in the sand that covered the table. What a filthy restaurant. Don't go.

"It's like this, Connie," she began. And then she continued. "Like this." she went on, adding nothing to the sentence that had gone before. "Just listen to this," she continued, adding precious characters to the tumultuous list of letters and spaces and marks of grave punctuation that had already been typed into the text box like a tumbled pile of Scrabble letters, which are copyrighted now by another company than the original company what published the game at first, long ago, previously. And still, there was no substance to the message.

Constantine and Tory stared at each other across the streaming line in the sparkling sand that littered the table like salt or sugar, though not as edible as either of those substances. Luckily for them, though, sand did not draw ants the way sugar did. So I guess it's just as well, huh.

Scant seconds had passed, but Pips felt as if he had lived several lifetimes.

But he hadn't. Not yet.

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