Paul McKone on Nostr: As Giuseppe passed Oligarch's Delicatessen, he felt the briefcase lag a little, as if ...
As Giuseppe passed Oligarch's Delicatessen, he felt the briefcase lag a little, as if it wanted him to enter.
He resisted the idea. "Meatballs don't have a homing instinct," he thought.
He continued down Intention Alley, but the briefcase kept tugging.
There was a cloaked figure ahead in the path, but he couldn't tell who they were.
What he *could* tell was that the briefcase wasn't trying to go back to the Deli; it was trying *not* to go toward that figure.
He stopped.
He resisted the idea. "Meatballs don't have a homing instinct," he thought.
He continued down Intention Alley, but the briefcase kept tugging.
There was a cloaked figure ahead in the path, but he couldn't tell who they were.
What he *could* tell was that the briefcase wasn't trying to go back to the Deli; it was trying *not* to go toward that figure.
He stopped.