Second Breakfast on the Wing

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With a skyward lurch, Elliot’s breakfast threatened to return for lunch. Only the soft comfort of Cassandra pressed against his side kept him from taking his chances and diving for the safety he’d left behind when he climbed onto the hawk’s back.

“Don’t you just love flying?” she asked, her eyestalks waving gently in the slipstream.

Trying to make eye contact put his gut into a spin. He focused on the horizon, the only fixed object in the world, and confessed, “I love you more.”

“Everything is so clear up here,” she effused. “The ground just rolls away and takes every bit of trouble with it.”

He didn’t want to contradict her, but he was sure he’d brought some of the trouble with him, and it was about to erupt.

“Look at that, Elliot, my love — we’re soaring with the majestic Travelers!”

He looked. The sky and earth blurred just before they went black.

To be continued. . .

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The Verdict and Breakfast, Too

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“Arturo, son of Miguel and Valeria, regarding the charges that you are responsible for the return of the rebels and the devastation they spread throughout our people’s homes in the Freelands, we find it is possible the rebels would not have come back if they had achieved their goal to begin with. Therefore, we find you are inextricably connected to the massacre.”

Arturo closed his eyes.

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Breakfast Is Not Served

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“Hey! Watch it, up there! Prisoner down below!” The indignant cry exploded from the Hole as Elliot clung to its edge, grabbing for anything secure to keep from slipping into the abyss.

Time stopped.

“Cassandra?” he ventured.

“Elliot…? Is it really you?”

“You there!” yelled the guard zipping back to his post from a brief trip to the bushes. “Step away from the Hole. Who are you and what is your business here?”

Drawing up to his full height and dignity, Elliot countered, “I might ask you the same thing.”

Cassandra’s advice drifted up from the depths. “I wouldn’t, Elliot.”

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