Today’s Word: Spark

Horner rejoined the river of men and women, pushing himself not only to find Mance, but to stay ahead of the impatient Gen-Alphas. The effort paid off. He spotted Mance crossing the block towards the city park, seeming to be in no hurry to make his appointment, thank God.
Horner entered the park gates about forty-five seconds after his target. He spotted Mance crossing the wooden bridge over the duck pond, shambling slowly in the general direction of the wide, green meadow known as Prisen field.
Some flash of memory, so rare after a complete neural flush years and years ago, sparked in Horner's old mind. It was here; here that his divergent twin had met, will meet, Mance – on the green.


To be Continued