"Oh, sweet Lord," she cried, "look at this, and then, discard." She was shaking hard, because... The comfort had just fallen off them and their out-of-tune bungee cord. "Plapp" it dropped, just like a rock on the safe side of their doorstep. It then rolled all the way down the road to the other parking lot called the Car Pound, yes. So, tell me, Mister Brown, what's going to Hop...? No, not like that. Not in the same sense as how you'd hopped in my car nonstop, nor even in Lot's, but...

As for him, that same lot tory man, thing. He's got a lot to worry about this evening, no? Yes, because he's got to go and put out a little fire now as it is. He was told to add a little more salt to the pot for his wife, as his new business, because he was busy at home picking and cooking up the rice, and peas. While she was chipping away at cooking up a nice shake of honey and malts at the same moment, with ease.

She was making the bed too and fluffing the pillar at her brother's heated bedspread on his home ends, where he will soon come to rest his weary head where the leg should have been. Now Lot is left with doing the cooking, all by himself. So, not that sort, no. Not as it pertains to that Lot, oh no. But it's with the other rowdy bunch of scarred brats that we're called into the chat room, do the math, soon. You'll see them heading there.

"Where, where are they going?"

"Look, somewhere or another." So, like I was saying before; what's going to happen now to her brother?

"The high life had fallen from the sky like - " "I beg your pardon, like what, bated flies?"

"Yes. It took the dive guys, just like that." The machines that were there acted in the part unfairly and meanly. Performing the task of transporting the rich and the smart from amongst the famous class I'm in, (leave me.) To wherever in the world they wanted to go as they must, and yes, fast kid, reach out and touch.

Or even to come from, on a fast drive and talk king autos, first and foremost, you know. Bids, place your bids. That's it, my kids, that's good, because.

Those too, were taken down to the ground, "grinding ground dead," just like the travel industry person had said when they'd fed a bit too much copper and lead to someone's swollen head at the regulators shed. Or was it at the federally led executives' gated door instead?

"Mi nuh knoah, mi bred, but carry on with the jokes, you're There very well spoken of."

The walls also came up tall out of the plains on the border tarmac. Justin the same ways and means coming to tea as him on the ax. Same as how it came falling on them from down the lane where they'd like to hide her out again. Like, just like they did to the carver of destruction on the corner post stand, or like Rudy Bang Bang had said when he'd promised a piece of land don down to them. "Come along," he said, but when the time came to deliver the bread, Wayne, it wasn't to be forthcoming on them.

Not in ways as it was promised to them on the multitude of talk from a wife's house on the home ends. While sweetening the deal with armored cars that she would have done gone falling far for, as they were greedily going in for the once-in-a-lifetime deal on the meal. Just a thing to stop the illegal comers from comb Mingh and bringing the criminal and cheap labor ring girlie gal class in with them, those dumb things. More or less like waxed-up dumplings that say "Phenix" whenever you bite in.

But there was yet another reason for the freezing, as some seers were to be seeing the seasons as they bit him, and it wasn't very pleasing to his eye to risk kneading. Not the least as to say, "illegal weeding must go away." All across the Kingsland world at the time, (uncurled,) folks were skipping the lined-up times and running across border signs to try and find her g-line, girls. Foraging for feeding dinner to stay far from starving and dying. Like, like other places of refuge from strife and war chips fly mongers, proceeding along and moving ahead to go for the proceeds of hunger, from among ours. Flying Miss Kitty cats' kites on thinly lined chords kids, like these. For feeding dinner too, to stay far away from starving you, out of your business ten Q, is very much in order here, no? Yes, so, I'll say it again, thanks man.

Come through, come on through, we've got low wages paying a job on crappy scraps of gear geared up for you, was what the latecomers heard while on the way in to start their lives anew. Whatever else, the reason for leaving could be counted for those thieving few. As many and their high-rise side-eyes eyeing the inner thighs to the higher up back sides of their high-riding friends' lost pride, were to be seeing them at the time. At the thyme leaf timeline, Laing. Timely timed into the den then.

Like, late evening, the calls came in, and they? They were leaving from here, to go hopping the fences over there. But beware, some powerful eyes were always sneaking a stare. Such as the top head pan sort of a man amongst those men who were planning a cram to come falling on that one.

Then came the plagued man to (currently) electrocute the selected youths in the booth. Standing on the high stand of the carefully selected regions of the entire Kingsland in truth. How strange was it to be, that outcome? From whence did it come? Eat, eat up your luncheon meat. Seeit?

"Yes, I can see it."

"It was coming down on her though, no?"

"Yes, I guess so."

"Yes, like, that other nation and her man in command, want to hear more about that one under his arm?"

"Yeah, yeah man, keep talking on."

Under his steady and sure hands, even the busybodies were reined in and taught a darned good lesson about your daddies and moms, or two. Like, how to become aware of the beware ring song of theirs and untruths, and like, like, how to get a grip within, and mind their own darned business fix her Hingh affairs. Yeah, man, she's been asking for it very long, over there. As long as the swinging sin tin something there between the palm of the right and left hands, of those living on and off the commons, like, hers. But as it occurs.

It was the fall of 3019, and the world was humming along to the tune of many beating drums, (anointing.) Basking in prosperity and shrugging off the Stern rich hard warning of the prophecy, that of the day's daily dawning, daily good morning shows, too, were to be heard coming through.

"On the... you mean, on the radio show?"

"There I won't even bother to go." As the wise men and socio I-tallest tick influencers of the times then, were asked to remind dead them, and us, what we needed to do to cum fuss, sorry, I meant to say, come first. They, yes, those of the everyday joey kind of way, though, were somewhere around languishing on some scrap heaps of shoes to wear at home covering a tall toe, and there also.

Yes, it was the best of times for many, the 99%ters of earlier daytime years, (I'm damn sure,) had begun to get a foothold in the big boom of the daily shares, bought and sold. Some striking it rich in the stock markets over there, cash or gold. Others in online business marketing, to top racket them up to heaven my dear, and whatever other multiple streams of income Hingh fix or wealth propeller scheme Mingh habits they could imagine into being quick, quicker, and clear, clever eh! "Yes." For them to join up with the 1%ters they were riling up the anger managers agents against mere days earlier.

There has never been another generation of misfits or entrepreneurial apprenticeships laden with so many multimillionaires among them there, in it. Enough rich tweens were coming in amongst those in their upper thirties to have the words "How the hell did you come up with all that dough, though?" Falling liberally out of the popped open mouth of many twice or three times their age oh. All of a sudden, the Kingsland world grew much smaller for dozens, for far too many of them even, and they spared themselves nothing in the ovens, to your envy Hingh Stephen.

The travel industry, like all else around the third land's country, was very lucky. Glistening in luxury and zooming the jet engines to get the happy-go-lucky jet-setting world travelers, poodle puppy Hingh carriers wherever they wanted to go in an hourglass tour. Fast or slow, anyway, anywhere they want to, they're going to go.

Meanwhile, the prophets, magicians, and soothsayers of those days and after, were sending out the warning prayers to quell disaster. On laughter, though it might have been, still, and softer too. The message they sent was, for them to just chill. Telling them and her to stay her will, as it occurred.

"The earth," they said, "is at her limit's plight one way or the other." Yeah, so I heard them saying at the time to the brother, but still, others said to us that night. "That could never be right, something has got to give if we're to continue to live." Many high and mighty of the daytime, likely, were to have rebutted the warnings, slightly. Calling it a hoax, fake news, and the rest of the arts on which to muse. Storming in, all evening rapping up the views, but of course. On eye-witness news, even. Until, yeah.

Up until There arouse a whisper in a small corn her mister, yeah, right there in that small corner of a faraway land this Terre, warmer than cold winds in this icy corn or sum thin of the bassists' sinister ring. A sign saying that some troubling occurrence had begun to hit them on the abhorrent backside of their fore-ends, yes man, of their overly busy hands, then hers, again. Back and forth like children, they were passing around the blame.

"Something with the potential to affect us on all ends, sir," I heard her say when she said it to him and her. And then, that effect came affecting us as quickly as it did the call to the term must. Just like an early morning wake-up call from the boss and up. "Can someone bring me my coffee cup, please?" so said the beast, sorry, I meant to say, the boss. "Bring in my coffee, please," he said, "ten Q." So, he did, just as he'd off times do.

Though many of us Kinglanders took it lightly at the timers. The entire world was soon told to shut down behind her g-line girls, yeah, there it is, the line is wrapping around that building and following behind her. You know, like, there was to come the stern warning to them that says, close the door, and go inside your house for more, or go take a sneak peek in hers if you can't find yours. Yeah, man, the door is what we're talking about on these classic chords and scores."

"How convenient and pure!"

"Well, if you like," it continued. "You may close, or open, the lid on your fly-fishing kit door behind her, and go in and hide all four from behind the point-blank firing line of yours. But, whatever you do, or don't do, go into your house, Blue and close those doors behind you. Stay there until you get further words from; remind me, who?"

"Us, of course, who else did you expect but us?"

"Meaning, them, and who again?"

"No, stop pointing at me, not true, it was neither me nor you. You should never be blamed for such things as they'd claimed, but..."

They gave out the commands, and we did what was wrong, we obeyed the quiz. But they all knew that they couldn't keep the Kingsland world locked up for too long a gig, as if we're kids, and twirling the finger ring seed at his..., no.

"Because?"

"Because of whatever interested whoever, with whatever each side was to come falling upon them with, with clever. Well, everyone except this one." One man, one country did what no other could or would have done to her own clan. "See?"

"Yes, of course I can still see."

While the rest of the world was busily searching for goods, the needed cure to their ills, as should. Casting their nets out to fetch the magic pills, the daily food, and paying the lightweight electricity bills, all good. At the same time, they were searching out the magician's brains for the next miracle-fix her upper kitty frame of mine, to correct the ills for them, but. This one country, though. Closed the door on everybody Huntley?

"Oh!"

"Yes and tossed away the keyed-up Bentley."

"No!"

"Yes."

The borders that were bumpy and everything else that could be closed some more, Leigh. Came closing in on me, and even after everything that could be closed upon the executive order, was closed up on him proper. Yes, that sort was the cart that was to come from the call coming in from the front leader's quarter. Even falling to the bounce back calling upon the mouths of its inhabitants galore, those who would soon be taking the other peoples' cure, yeah. Their chatty-chatty mouths were closed out too. Then came the busy-bodies, and you. The reactors reacting, and their canceled cultural remedies impacting.

Followed by the repercussions, the acting out and upon, and the measured results about which they were busily chatting, while throwing insulted coupons for several years later on down the road without stopping to look at the sign that was announcing a signed-up sinking sandy, Sulking sun, on their watering holes.

Necessity, they say, is the mother of all invention right away, so. They had pushed this tiny country into a tight lid can, like me, look man, can you see it? Or was it a basket, looking like this one-door ring sieve? Come, look, and see. Now, tell me, do you agree, which one is he? Okay, I'll continue to say what I see. While they were left there where they were, like, eyes wide open but, "still can't see," more or less like fish on the markets, meant for meat. No?

"Well, um, you should know, so that's why?"

"Yes, I know, that's why.

They'd cornered them decades earlier. forcing them to rely on their own ingenuity, innovation, and inventiveness companion, and even greater on than that can, of worms." They did that gloriously, Sam, on their own terms. To say that they were prepared and ready to go it alone again this year, was an understatement from oxymorons to spend and go share the comments, if nothing else, my dear, friend lists.

This time, however, they weren't pushed to smith her in. No Doreen, no, never were they pushed is what I mean. They went willingly together. Well, the leader class went, and the people followed them, in the dent, as was the intent uncontented though they might have been going along with those tithings in the beginning, to the fullest length.

Because they must, they must always respond to what the elders across the economic power border would have hollered out and cussed. Look what they have become now; a country and people quite unlike any other in the post-plague worldly cow, carrying the calves along with dragging the vehicle, somehow. Well, the only other people, perhaps, based on the way things are beginning to look at last.

While this was going on, though, other groups were having some, you know, like, some sort of a toe-toe in a field day on the farmland dead grounds. Things couldn't have been more perfect for them if they had planned it for Mr Brown when? Come to think of it, Gwen, they probably did. Many are arguing that they did. How else could things have turned out that way for them and the Guinea pig? Isn't that what they were lobbying and arguing for, for decades on end, of the quiz? Yes, look at the records my friends. They would not listen to the warning and did not take it seriously enough to heart and storming. But then the ice started melting, and they went in. That was when...

Yeah man, no doubt, a Jamaica yaad mi cum fram. Sorry, I meant to say, I'm Jamaican-born and bred, okay? Yes, wordplay is the order of the day around here. Please join us again for more, coming soon. Thank you.

This is an excerpt from book 2 of the "Real Inky Trail" series, available wherever books are sold. Go take a look, if you like.