A YEAR UNDERFOOT – entry #166

A Year Underfoot


March 8th, 2034

Two days and thirty-seven miles later and I’m back in the hills above Pyramid Lake, looking down on Interstate 5, just watching the traffic roll by.

Some things never change.

I scrounged up a pair of motorcycle batteries on the way down, so now I have my radio up and running and I’m connected to the world once more.


I fired her up last night and was able to make contact with Ross, and a host of others. Chatter is high regarding the spring picnic , and I’ve offered to keep a pair of eyes on the base and check in daily. I’ll do anything to keep the ball rolling. This attack has to happen, and it has to happen soon.


About paul nevins

Fiction writer, reader and baseball fan.
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