The note was cryptic all it said was:” meet me at the quad.”
“The Quad” I mused where so many discussions had taken place.
As scientists, we had seen the world through a different aperature
viewed things few would ever see…
“Who is it I am to meet?” I stood looking at a name in stone.
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The Stanford Quad is an historic place for myself and many others. If your know anything about Stanford University as an institute for higher learning it was ( and is ) the place where rules were broken and new discoveries emerged. I am going to break a rule and extend this story into next Friday Flash Fiction 55. Please forgive me this one time Mr G.
I am also submitting this piece to the month long A to Z challenge that I am part of. Today’s challenge was “Q” and coming up with a Q was a challenge…
penned in moon dust 