Deidre strode to the hearth and picked up the time marker that was no larger than her pinkie.
She focused on the dim light of her microcomputer acting as a page marker in the antique book on her nightstand.
Her body shook off the chill by the first mile marker and by the second, the moon was directly overhead.
After Mom died, Dad and I put a marker here for her and buried her ashes here.
I took back the marker of my family and buried it at their obelisk.
The destruction disappeared by mile marker five, only a few hundred meters from the turnoff to her condo community.