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So, I am in a very laid back place right now, coming to terms with life, I guess. Writing has been very far away, far from mind the last week or so. Still, a little niggle in the back of my brain remembered this one. Notes for a story idea I wrote up years ago that I found while cleaning out my desk last week. So, whilst touching up the house, getting ready to move, I decided to work on this one when I get tired of packing boxes. Once upon a time there was a railroad that operated, mainly, in California and the desert southwest.
It was called The Southern Pacific Railroad , and her history is intimately tied to the history of California and Texas. Anyway, I love trains. The SP frequently shows up in movies about this period, too, as seen in this shot from From Yuma , along right-of-way that would eventually become a part of the storied Sunset Limited. The SP is remembered nowadays more for the beauty of their passenger trains than just about any other thing, and with good reason. Anyway, enough of that.
On to the story. Bon voyage! The sun was shining on the sea, Shining with all his might: He did his very best to make The billows smooth and bright— And this was odd, because it was The middle of the night.
He sat, with his back against the whitewashed brick wall, looking at the man across the courtyard. The other man, his target, sat beyond a bricked pond, complete with a small fountain in the middle now merrily bubbling away. How serene, he thought. What a nice place for a murder. The waiter walked off to his station and he resumed looking at the fountain, thinking about the day ahead — and all the things that could go wrong — then he looked at the watch on his left wrist and sighed. A little after ten in the morning, he saw.