I went from science fiction, to contemplative, and ended with light.
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Out of Reach (100)
“I called, emailed, facebooked him,” Aubrey fretted while we strolled past boutique shops. “I commented on his blog.”
I shook my head.
“I even retweeted one of his tweets,” she exclaimed.
“You did what?”
“Sure. It was the one about him wanting it to rain—”
“Give me that,” I pried the phone from her tight grip and made a break for it, climbing innumerable flights of stairs to a rooftop.
Aubrey shrieked, “Wait!”
I launched the phone into orbit. “If you love someone set him free.”
“Unbelievable,” tears welled in her eyes.
“Don’t you have insurance?” I asked.