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homosexual nation that
needed to be cleansed. 
    It was just a bit before dusk when the RV’s tires
left the paved road and rolled into the sand.  They had made it.  An incredible
distance in 2 days, and yet, not one single living soul was ever directly
encountered on the roads.  Richard felt the tears begin to well up in his eyes
again, when Andrea began to shriek.
    “RICHARD!!!”  Andrea thrashed about in the back of
the RV.  She’d been coughing up so much blood that most of the mattress was now
covered in a crimson spray.  She screamed in agony.  “IT HURTS!  RICHARD, IT
HURTS!”
    Richard knelt down beside her and placed a hand on
her forehead.  She was so hot that it almost hurt the palm of his hand.  Her
eyes were dark and sunken and there were black veins spider-webbing out from
the wound in her arm, all the way up her shoulder and neck. 
    “Richard,” she spoke through gritted teeth, “don’t
let me come back.  Promise me.  Please Richard.  Please.”
    “It’s okay, honey,” Richard whispered gently in her
ear.  “We’re here.”
    Richard gently lifted her from the bed and carried
her from the RV out towards the waves that lapped lazily against the shore.
    The sky was a brilliant pink and orange as the
setting sun embraced the ocean’s endless horizon.
    Richard trudged slowly into the waves, clutching
Andrea close to him.  As the cool water flowed around them, Andrea’s eyes
opened and she stared out at the sun as it quietly descended into the ocean.
    Richard brushed the hair from her face and just
watched in awe as those beautiful eyes seemed to light up and sparkle just like
the first time he saw them across a crowded room.  He leaned down, and gave her
a gentle kiss on the forehead.
    Andrea turned her face to Richard’s, and as the
tears began to fall, she began to smile.  “I’m ready.” 
    Richard began to weep openly as their fingers
entwined.
    “I love you, Richard.”
    “I love you too, Andrea.”
    Richard then leaned down and softly pressed his lips
to hers one last time.
    A flock of birds soared gracefully overhead in
perfect symmetry, but scattered in a dozen directions as the gunshot
reverberated loudly into the distance.
    Richard then carefully laid his love down into the
rolling waves until the tide took her from his arms.  He stood in the surging
waters and watched as the current carried her out to sea.
    A sudden wave sent Richard tumbling backwards.  His
knees gave out and he collapsed into the muddy sand, the water lapping at his
chest.  He just sat there and watched Andrea’s form as it drifted further and
further into the distance.  Eventually she was so small, that she was merely a
dot on the horizon, disappearing at the place where the water met the last rays
of the setting sun.
    A second shot rang out and Richard joined his wife
in eternity.

Flight 124
    “Air Thailand 124 to LAX.  Requesting ambulance to runway 7 for arrival at 1900
hours.”
    Mike was half asleep, nearing the end of his shift
and watching the dancing dots of light on the radar screen, when his ears
perked up at the word “ambulance.”  He adjusted his headset, and spoke clearly
into the microphone, “This is LAX.  Air Thai 124. Please repeat request.”
    “Air Thailand 124 to LAX,” the transmission crackled
in Mike’s headset. “I repeat.  Requesting ambulance to runway 7 for arrival at
1900 hours.  Over.”
    Mike was wide awake now.  He figured it was just
someone with chest pains, but keeping people safe was the point of Air Traffic
Controllers.  Mike spoke slowly into the headset, “Captain, please ID. Over.”
    “Roger, Roger,” the headset chirped back, and
immediately a wide smile spread across Mike’s face. 
    “I thought that sounded like you, Roger,” Mike said
with a grin.  “You know you have the worst name for pilot I’ve ever heard,
right?”
    “Sorry Mike,” Roger replied laughingly through the
headset.  “Met a pilot outta Newfoundland.