The Hunt for Higgs’ Bos’n: VIII, for #smalltales

By the time the sunset was just a lipstick smear on the ocean’s collar, I noticed I’d picked up a shade.

Was a wonder I’d not seen him sooner, the car was pretty conspicuous: filing-cabinet grey sedan with a mismatched hood. Still, it was being driven calm and safe behind the darkened glass. All I could see were leather driving gloves sensibly gripping the wheel.

I noticed he was indicating off as the road pulled up to the old quarry. I didn’t bother to signal but swung the car into the quarry anyway.

He parked up a good distance back.

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The Hunt for Higgs’ Bos’n: VIII, for #smalltales

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