Of Breaking Waves

Paragraph Three

A distance out from the house were thick woods. I squeezed my eyes shut and opened them again. The trees gradually came into focus. Now I recognized where I was. This was the base that Comet and friends built–OK, I helped a bit. Coming here made perfect sense. No one on Pickering’s world knew where we were. Ignoring the pain, I rolled on my side and sat up, pulling my knees into my chest. The world tipped left and right…no, the effort left me dizzy.

About George Phillies

science fiction author -- researcher in polymer dynamics -- collector of board wargames -- President, National Fantasy Fan Federation
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