He didn't need to scan theweather maps to know trouble
was brewing. All signs pointed
to a disaster in the
making: besides, old bones told
all he needed to know. It
would be bad, this runaway
freight train of a storm. Now: how
to plot it: who would be stuck
on the tracks, who would be missed?
This was the part he hated
about his job: if he was
wrong, even if he was right,
people would die. He sighed and
went back to reading the maps.
(c) 2007, Karla Dorman
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