Author: David McVey
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Treasure in My Head
We hung suspended in dark misty space, cut off from the world by the roar of the engines and the rush of cold damp air. A few lights blinked and flashed below; big guns, perhaps. All-consuming was the bitter, enveloping cold; the skin on my face was numb and lifeless from the wind. Quite suddenly…
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The Valley
The valley was ten miles and several worlds away. I hailed a taxi at the station and we drove out of town as the late autumn afternoon began its characteristic hush. The road soon began to drop towards a broad wooded valley with patches of mist here and there. I asked the driver to pull…