--Moving--(1/1)
Posted:  19.  December 1998
by Punk Maneuverability

Distribution:  Please do not archive or forward without author's
permission.

Disclaimer:  Mulder was never here.
Rating:   PG for family viewing
Classification:  V, A

It's been a long time, I'd love to hear from you: 
punkm@teleport.com

Thanks to everyone who told me to post this, politely or otherwise.
;)  This would have taken even longer without you.

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Moving
 by Punk Maneuverability
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Mulder sat on a box labeled kitchen and lit his last cigarette.  

It should have depressed him.  That these dozen boxes held his life. 
Weary cardboard with 30 indifferent years inside.  

The phone rang, but he ignored it, focusing instead on the way the
orange eye of his cigarette scored the darkness like a flare.

Too many years.  Too many boxes.  

He now had an ex-wife.  His mother had started in on him to quit
smoking.  His father wouldn't even talk to him.  He was being
assigned a new partner.  Empires had fallen with more speed.  His
was taking its sweet time in crumbling into the sea.

A column of ash fell to the floor.  He tapped the rest off into the
mouth of the empty beer bottle by his feet.  

The boys had brought him a six pack as a housewarming gift.  It
was strangely thoughtful of them, but Mulder had a feeling this shoe
box of an apartment could only be warmed by a few gallons of
gasoline and a match.  

He didn't even have a bed - just the leather couch from his study -
but he'd slept on it before.  It would do for a few days.  This was
just temporary.  

He dropped the butt of his cigarette down into the beer bottle.  The
phone rang again.  He wanted another cigarette.  But it was just
temporary.  

It was all just temporary.

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Thanks - Lock the door on your way out
Punk M
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