Flintkote
Copyright© 2020 by Old Man with a Pen
Prelude
They watched Surprise board the Rostov Bus. Wasn’t much of a goodbye. Cassie shed a tear or two. Cynthiamae just huffed ... Surprise wasn’t even married ... Funny how circumstance can change attitudes.
JW said gruffly, “Cassie?”
“Sir?”
“You got five minutes.” He sounded like a drill sergeant ordering a platoon on a night patrol.
“What?”
“We’re going to Crossroads.”
“In five minutes?”
Billy said, “Hold on, Slick. I’ll need longer than that.”
Cynthia agreed.
Zoe grinned at JW. “You sure will.” She stamped her foot.
And so it was ... they left through the portal the day AFTER Surprise flew to Moscow. Zoe wasn’t letting JW leave without doing his duty ... and neither was Cynthia. Billy had night work.
Cassie did her nails. Cassie was, after all said and done, Cassandran ... and female.
And not just moving the rocking chair to the space in front of the Crossroads portal ... there were other duties to perform before taking leave of spouses and friends.
Fifteen minutes gone is still fifteen minutes. Chaos was known to live up to its name.
Zoe Flintkote and Miss Tyche (Tyke) Flintkote, Cynthiamae McWilliams (Née) Flintkote, Khrystyna Kucherenko, (Krys), the increasingly competent crew, were seated in front of the portal.