granted 03

An old train track encircled the cabin, which struck Allen Y. as odd. Why a train out in the middle of nowhere? he asked himself. Why a circle? He crossed the track, but something seemed different, then. An enclosure, just like when he felt he couldn’t breath and had to wear his hydrogen helmet topped with the far seeing eyes. In fact, he better put it on again just to be safe. So the 2 circles become one here.

“Hello?” he called just inside the track. “Anybody there?”

Sleeveless, muscular Rock Ramby came onto the weather worn porch, stared at him. “RR at your service,” he offered in a low, calm voice. “What can I do you for?”

(to be continued)

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