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camwynBehold, the LXG 1936 Drabble That Will Never, Ever Happen.
Cranston stared out the window, eyes unseeing. They'd be at war by dawn. How many would still be standing come sundown? They were charging in blind. Not even he, with all his talents, could range ahead to find what they had to know to survive.
Footfalls. Silently he whirled to face them, .45s at the ready.
The man's hair was silver, but the face and body young. Beaming, he extended both hands. "I have THUMBS!" he cried joyfully, and continued on his way.
Cranston holstered the guns. Someone had better find a way to turn that Mountie's damn dog back.
Cranston stared out the window, eyes unseeing. They'd be at war by dawn. How many would still be standing come sundown? They were charging in blind. Not even he, with all his talents, could range ahead to find what they had to know to survive.
Footfalls. Silently he whirled to face them, .45s at the ready.
The man's hair was silver, but the face and body young. Beaming, he extended both hands. "I have THUMBS!" he cried joyfully, and continued on his way.
Cranston holstered the guns. Someone had better find a way to turn that Mountie's damn dog back.
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Date: 2004-01-15 03:14 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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