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THE LATE CHRISTMAS
Christmas Eve – Washington DC and the whole city is awash with people, shopping manically; no one sees the many little sideshows that are going on all around them. A young man is trying to bundle a boxed pushchair into the trunk of a car for his pregnant girlfriend, a hot dog stand overflowing with people, a group of carollers giving their best, and outside a hospital a boy sheepishly climbs into the laundry room through a window. Across town the President is entertaining, but he’s not happy, his daughter is absent, she’s dancing the night away… at least she’s happy.
At the same time at Dulles Airport the controllers are watching the blips on their screens, each has it’s own designation, but to their surprise, out of nowhere, a blip gets their attention. No designation, no idea, what is it? No one knows, not even the Air Force who have been tracking it for a while. On board an in-bound plane, the aircrew are only aware that an air pressure warning has gone off, so reducing altitude they are now on a collision course with the intruder. As events escalate the USAF is ordered into the sky. First sighting shows that the blip is the largest target anyone has ever seen, even after something unexplained appears to have broken off of it...
When Santa crashes his Sleigh on Christmas Eve, the whole world watches on, and watches the magic eek away!
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Scrivenings
A Scrivener (or scribe) was a Middle English (or Earth) term for a person who could read and write. Now I'm not saying that I'm a good reader or writer, just that I can.
I have written a few full length manuscripts, and I've found that the more I write, the more I enjoy the experience of writing.
Why do I write under the name of Stella Bond, I hear you ask? Long story, maybe I'll tell you sometime!
If you want to read a sample, click on the front covers and a PDF preview will open up.