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Yawn.


Gordie tossed the flat rock across the murky pond and counted. Four, five, six.....six! Six skips across the pond, that was definitely a personal best. Too bad Chris wasn't here yet. Gordie doubted he could make a throw like that again. Yawning, he turned his back on the pond and gazed at the path that led to town. Where was Chris anyway? He really should be here be now.

Stretching, he yawned again and wondered briefly what time it was. Not that it mattered much. Time here was suspended somehow. It didn't mean anything and it passed without notice. He did the same thing every day no matter what. He got up just after sunrise, he explored the town for anything or anyone new, then met Chris here at the park.

Before he could toss another rock across the lake, Gordie caught sight of Chris and ...Teddy?

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 Teddy finds himself sitting on the curb by the convenience store, a cigarette dangling from his lips - unlit - . He's flicking the thumbwheel on a lighter and for the most part, minding his own business. Every so often someone exits the store and the chimes jingle faintly behind him, sometimes he would do a double-take over his shoulder to see if it was anyone he knew. It never is. The heat is sweltering but it's a lot better outside than it is in. Where was everybody? And what is there to do in this fucking town? Another bead of sweat rolls down the side of his face.

"God damn."