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Harvey punched over the California coast at Harmony. The town boasted eighteen people, a bankrupt dairy, and a chapel that belonged in Hobbiton far more than southern California. He’d grown up there.
They never found Dad after he went down in his F-14 off Honolulu. No ashes for him. Probably shark food.
Mom was there…her ashes as fertilizer in a rose garden, but not really counted as a resident anymore. He hadn’t been back in twenty years.
Harvey waggled his wings in a wave anyway. Not that she’d have heard him pass by at sixty thousand feet running at Mach 0.99 anyway.
Once clear of the shore, he dropped and turned south. He didn’t even need to think about it—his desires and the drone were one. The night sea rushed to greet him as he dove down to a mere hundred meters above the su
