1.3 The Lay of the Land

This entry is part 8 of 11 in the series City of Glass

Jack Kiligree was simply minding his own business, wandering down Kailin University hallways towards the main section of garages and workshops, when he ran into his own version of vocational trouble.

Now, just to keep things straight, Jack was a bit of rough-it-out loner type, former militancy, and impatient with anything that kept a man from cutting to the bottom line. He could even empathize a bit with Dr. Clark Gabrin, muttering as they passed in the hallway. The good doc had probably heard about Scheffer’s plan to require vocationals on the Gabrin Habitat Project. Vocationals were not like the other students who came to Kailin with their academic record of excellence and dreams on their mind. Vocationals were the test-ins. They had aptitude, and that was all that was required. Not social skills (unless they claimed aptitude for diplomacy), not a proper understanding of subordination, not any understanding of their place under those who had already passed through the ranks, and apparently, not a single shred of respect for personal space.

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Poem: Missed You

Missed you! Kiss you?
Oh, you’ve a winsome smile.
Missed me? Kiss me.
Oh, we’ll be here a while.
We kiss, sheer bliss.
How good to reconcile!

Created: July 27, 2012

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Originally published at Liana Mir. You can comment here or there.