It’s a wonder they don’t call me Greased Lightning.
Well, you know the deadline, yes?
Four days? He said it was a small craft…
No noise, apart from the usual rowdy hum of the household and the occasional chicken squawk.
“I finished that retainer wall a while back, so I can do this.”
She wasn’t aware she was being watched.
It was a bit of a circus before I go on the plane…
She had just worked 10 days in a row…
The bassy tones resonated from below ground in the network of pipes, blending with those on dewy grass above.
The name tag was there on her work shirt, and the writing was on the wall. In a heartbeat, his life had changed forever.