Omens Darker Still- One Day Before
Fog rolled gradually over the Pennsylvania hills, chased before the thronging hoofs of an impending gale. A swallow swooped above, watching the roiling billows that appeared to fitfully take the guise of bovine. Somewhere below, standing skillfully on the edge of a stone precipice, watched a man.
"Hello Devon." Said Michael as he approached his boss from behind, hands shoved in the pockets of his tight blue jeans. "Hello Michael. A fine morning isn't it?" said Devon, hands clasped behind his back in the characteristic Devon manner. Michael laughed softly, shaking his head. "If you call fog fine, then I guess it is." Devon ignored the sarcastic comment from his smiling colleague and continued gazing out over the land, watching the erratic movements of a small speck against the horizon. Michael kicked a clod of dirt with the steel tip of his boot, apathetically contemplating the small arch of dust that followed, rising into the air and melting away to nothingness. "Don't you just love it out here, Michael? It was so very kind of Mrs. Wells to donate her estate to Knight Industries for the new Technology Museum!" Devon beamed, obviously ecstatic about this rare find. Michael nodded but did not respond. He was thinking very hard about something, and thinking was something he rarely did.