A Tale to Tell

The gnarled tangles of swamp brush refused to bend or break, forcing Cliff Asna to make his way forward in a zigzagging fashion like an old drunkard. It was cold and it was dark, but it was no use at all being caught in the open during daylight hours—Betelgeuse would fry your suit and broil… Continue reading A Tale to Tell

Boulders

"Just follow the ridge of that crater around to the right for a while. But mind the boulders. They don't slip often, but when they do they don't give you any warning. Silent as starlight." Hector had been backseat driving for three days, now. He only stopped talking long enough to keep drinking. If the… Continue reading Boulders