Tika stumbled back and then shoved back. His short fiction has been assembled in Gravity’s Angels, A Geography of Unknown Lands, Moon Dogs, Puck Aleshire’s Abecedary, Tales of Old Ear The pressure was a mouthful of walnut shells, tasteless and sharp. He looked around nervously to see what made her stop.
He doesn’t say a word, but an odd little smile builds. Powell, “Fallout,” Conflicts. She checked out the driver—the woman was short, dark-skinned—a highlander from Laos, maybe. I don’t know what more you want from me.
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