Will you do the fandango?

Nuclear missile tech is a job title, or it used to be when I worked on Minuteman II ICBMs in the 1980s. AFSC 411X1A.

For NASA, I should have stated: NASA Maintenance Department, at The NASA-Dryden Complex on Edward’s AFB.

As for Ice Cream Scooper, one of the many jobs I had in high school.

This would be the worse show ever. Oh wait….

As he retracts the claw and lets the ring fall onto his finger encircling it.

No figure can be seen leaving. Just the tracks of boots in the grey dust make small puffs in the fading light.”

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the fading light of day has caught at exactly the right moment.

He reaches down to pluck it from the earth. "Snickt." The gold of the ring contrasts with the silvery color of adamantium as he inspects it.

"I should keep this," he says to himself. "Yes. I don't see why not."

the eye can see. His body is caked in grey dust, completely covering the torn scraps of yellow and black material that is barely hanging down from his body, and matting down the his massive sideburns so they are barely perceptible. His eye catches a glint of something shiny that

The oceans moved with the tides and new patterns of erosion became obvious.
A lone figure travels across a barren wasteland of worn down lava rocks that are no longer recognizable as such, and is now merely dirt, rocks, and weeds with sagebrush sprouting everywhere

children by their elders until they no longer believed that they had really existed at all.

Mountains rose and the forces of wind and water wore them down as wind and water are apt to do. The land rumbled with tremors of the continents moving some away, and some toward places they had never been.

Centuries passed. Nations rose, and nations died. So long had time moved forward along its undeniable path, that even the long-lived Dwarven kingdom finally was nothing more than whispers on the wind. The even longer-lived Elves had all left for Valinor and were a distant memory told as stories to