From: gyrfalcon@delphi.com (Gerri Oliver)
Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative
Subject: "Skiing"
Date: 18 May 1995 05:51:31 GMT


This is a posting for the author's of the E-Mail X-Creative Club (EMXC) of
AOL. All comments to the author's please, not me! I just bring them to the
world. Stories are placed at the following ftps: ftp.cs.nmt.edu and
will be at trustno1.pc.cc.cmu.edu when it comes back in August.     Gerri
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(NOTE: This work was received at that EMXC untitled. The host of 
the EMXC titled it "Skiing" and that's the way it's going out. If the 
author wishes to finally title the work with another name, so be it.)

This is a very brief bit that I composed in my head while on the
slopes the other day.  It's very short, but it amused me, so I decided 
to send it in anyway. 
The characters are the property of Chris Carter and Ten-Thirteen 
Productions.  No copyright infringement intended. 
 
 
Skiing 
Lucky 1390@aol.com 
3/18/95 
 
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    The two agents shushed swiftly down the slope; she on skis, he 
on snowboard.  She wore green and violet.  Her black skis gleamed 
in the sun.  She held her body over them in a slight tuck, effortlessly 
paralleling back and forth, her poles tracing fine lines in the soft 
powder.  He, dressed in black and indigo, leaned slightly over the 
front of the board, his legs moving it back and forth across the trail.  
They both wore dark glasses to shield their eyes from the white glare 
that surrounded them.  Together they weaved across the slope, 
hopping lightly over moguls, gaining speed as the mountain grew 
steeper.  
    The trail grew narrower and the two skiers moved into single file 
and continued their descent in perfect synchronicity.  Suddenly they 
veered off through the trees, down a small pathway that led to a 
lower trail.  They came out onto a much wider slope.  A valley 
opened up on their left presenting a dizzying view.   
    He pushed the board to go faster, coming up beside his partner, 
turning and giving her a smile as he passed.  He turned forward again 
just in time to see the mogul.  He was up, over and down.  His body 
disappeared in a poof of snow, spinning and sliding a good twenty 
feet before coming to a rest, arms splayed out to the sides. 
    The James Bond music playing in Mulder's head came to an 
abrupt halt.  He heard a soft woosh and felt a delicate sprinkle of 
snow on his face.  Mulder opened his eyes and looked up at Scully 
standing over him.  When she saw from his smile that his only injury 
was to his ego, she said, "That's the fifth time this hour, Mulder.  
Maybe you should stick to skis." 
 
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