3 am again, transported to Duluth Minnesota

3 am again, transported to Duluth Minnesota

fiction
edward w pritchard

I always become aware out on the highway, three miles from the airport, the busy highway with the high fences and no access. I have to run, slowly, now, this damn heart condition, along the high fences toward  downtown Duluth Minnesota. No one really lives here, who ever actually was in Duluth Minnesota, nothing happens there.

I have two hours till things happen. It's explained to me carefully; go here then there and take the highway, you can travel along the fence but be on time, they are waiting in downtown Duluth for you. Over and over, get to Duluth and then it will done with, competed once and for all.

It's almost time for the meeting in Duluth Minnesota; an element of danger exists but it's important. The meeting nowhere in Duluth Minnesota.