11:27am “Has it started yet?” Burns calls down the hall. “No,” shouts Lincoln, over the sudden flushing of the toilet. Burns finishes zipping his fly as he enters the family room. “They said 10:30. They were so sure.” He checks his watch, squinting at it in the dim light filtering through the drawn blinds.11:27am
Lincoln shrugs from the dark leather chair in the shadowy corner beside a TV displaying little more than static. “Perhaps they just had a general estimate.”
A Real Vacation A young boy smiles from beneath a woven hat slightly too big for his head, his curly red hair bobbing gently around his rosy cheeks. An unmoving, poorly digitalized backdrop of a grey-green ocean washing over vivid yellow sand stands behind the spot where he gazes up from his apparently carefree play, grinning and waving and mouthing something for which there is no audio. The holo snaps off after a few seconds, leaving only the image of the dun colored wristcomp and the dark floor grate below the pale, outstretched arm. The thumping growl of the bladeplane’s engines deepens as it makes aA Real Vacation
Fated The monster was surely the result of what happens when two hells collide. Horse, the name I had given the damnable beast, was tearing through the wheat field like a cyclone gone mad. I did not know what had spooked him this time, but I had little way of stopping his headlong dash; I had dropped my crop some two miles back. Dirt and near ripe wheat stalks churned into the air with our passing; the path of damage we left behind was complete. I was going to catch it for this. If caught me they would lock me up for good this time. I could not imagineFated
