Monthly Archives: August 2017

He wove the wires around the bolts and turned them once; she jumped. “What is this? Some sort of flame?” she asked. He smiled in the strange white light. “This, my love, is called electricity.” Then he reached into his … Continue reading →

“So, what, you screwed up your life and now you’re a mover?” Jim glanced at the teenager lounging against the barren wall. “Nice thought, kid, but no. I chose this job.” “Chose, huh?” Jim wiped his forehead with a handkerchief. … Continue reading →