Saturday, February 19, 2011

There was always a world in need of saving...


The pastry was light and fluffy, but had the dry, slightly crisp bite of being just a day or two past its “best-by” date. It didn’t matter; the man was hungry. He’d been driving all night, and had stopped for gas just as the day began peaking over the horizon. The gas station didn’t have much; salty nuts, the usual assortment of chips, and those weird energy drinks that tasted mostly like sugar and ass. He only hoped that the carbohydrates would be enough to power him through another six hours of highway. This planet wouldn’t save itself, after all.

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