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B is for The Hand of Gordon (Act 5)

5.
The driver egged him on. This was the third bad drive that Gordon received at the hand of the demon with the driver’s permit. But… neither the speed limit nor his attitude changed. The demon's finger went up again. Gordon smiled, again. He shook his head. The civility of his action denied a certain truth. Though Gordon considered himself long suffering, his hand held fast to a young blade should the speedster lose control of his car… and his mind. Yes, Gordon just smiled.

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  1. Rayelle of Wu-Wo by Ava Craigwell July 25, 2012 at 10:25 PM

    Did the new traffic laws inspire this one :) ? In any case I'm looking forward to what Gordon will do next.

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    1. tracy jJuly 28, 2012 at 7:29 PM

      hahaha. i don;t think so [re: traffic plan] but you could never truly know. inspiration comes from Above and travels through the atmosphere. blessings :-)

      pax

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