The radio held two bands. Dotted stations aligned just beyond sight that operated on the longwave. The voice of each station was clear, its equipment easy to replace. Operators chatted idly when traffic was low, they collected information, they researched. Theirs was a signal that darted across the sky in murmuration, a pattern of dialog, … Continue reading A Foggy Place in Morning: Part 6
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Turbine West: Part 8
'They made a mistake, a series of mistakes. Every decision that has led to this very moment has been a mistake and I disagree with the entire prospect of it continuing,' letting the formal request for transfer fall to the ground, Helma was outraged by a combination of a frustration and blazing pride for one … Continue reading Turbine West: Part 8
Up round where barrels are made
Angus Craddic was in a barrel. He hadn’t always been in a barrel but now, in this moment, he was vividly aware that he was, without a shadow of a doubt, sitting in something that very much resembled a barrel. A cooper, or barrel maker by another name, Angus moved with the enthusiasm of a … Continue reading Up round where barrels are made
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