I was about to give up when the hold music — a few looping bars of infuriating non-jazz — abruptly cut out. “Hello, Lost Drafts,” a voice said. I fumbled with the receiver. “Hi, I uh… I was told to… Continue Reading
You were a good person once, but from all things good, evil may spring. You duck into the scant shadows around the plant and throw an anxious glance skyward. Only emptiness: the black pitch of night muddled to a deep… Continue Reading
The fuel truck technician gave me hell for cutting him short and demanded that I report the change in my lift-off weight, “or else!” I wasn’t gonna report a damned thing. I had hauling to do, money to make and,… Continue Reading