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Anomalies, Pt. 4 of 4. Within twenty minutes, Scott's teasing more unified companions departed, leaving a promise to meet again at various other places in and about their hometown. Scott watched their vehicles disappear from sight from beneath the cozy shelter before disposing of his empty soda can and venturing out in the open again. A light breeze greeted him, and he took a deep breath while looking about and saw the first few convective cumulus clouds developing in a broken line along the far western horizon. The sounds of passerine birds, meadowlarks, led him on; the swimmer further below captured his attention next.
He walked a few dozen meters down a gentle slope and came to the top of a sturdy wooden stairway that zigzagged its way downward to another small, tree-sheltered picnic area in front of the small bay. The structure was neatly tuck
Anomalies, Pt. 3 of 4. Almost six hours later, Scott was driving into the Finger Cove recreational area along a narrow unpaved but well up-kept road. It was winding and bounded by birch, dwarf oak, and other hardwood trees; granite rocks and boulders only were ornately moved to the fringes of each of its shoulders inside the place. Deep brown painted signs with large white lettering designated points and subjects of interest in many directions, but there was only one that he was concerned with. The shafts of morning sunlight penetrating through the dense growth and seemingly sparkling from their source as he drove indicated the general direction of the specific place.
He drove more slowly through the many blind spots, as other signs cautioned, but passed few parked vehicles while generally moving toward higher ground. There was no special event in
Anomalies, Pt. 2 of 4. Scott heard a knocking and sat up fast in his bed as his Father entered the room and said, "Is there some kind of boogieman in here? I heard you mumbling and tossing about on my way back from the bathroom."
"No, nothing like that, Dad. It was just that bad dream about me and Celeste in that . . . weird situation again. It's been happening to me more often recently."
"I wonder why anyway. We only went through a once-in-a-lifetime quake, not a war like you were making it sound, and it wasn't a big disaster by any means."
"It wasn't a little shaker either. Moderate if I recall."
"Whatever, but that was nearly four yea
Anomalies, Pt. 1 of 4. A localized area of the earth trembled with a rare violence that very few living things on its surface had previously experienced. The place was forested only over the last few thousand years and showed effects more of a much different kind of geologic restlessness. Thus, the quake was additionally frightening and uncanny to the recent inhabitants who settled in it for security and solitude for many of their generations -- a sure reminder that nobody anywhere on the planet was absolutely safe from hostile elements in a chosen environment.
The tumultuous event was brief but very powerful. The stable platform of the region shifted and buckled; new cracks formed in its very foundation to various degrees and depths. Effects of erosion were greatly enhanced in just a little over a long minute, as sands seemed to flow
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