Here is a snippet into a world where everyone’s inner demons are visible, to those with the sight…
Category: Short Story
Pink Dynamite, the hero of Harbor Heights, was dead. The Hero and Sidekick Association of the United States was in a scramble to cover the area until, in a surprise twist that would have the media reeling for months, they found her will.
The tether was set, and Jasmine was leashed to both Nevin and the hull of the decrepit old ship, wedged hundreds of feet above a canyon floor on a supposedly abandoned heap-of-rocks planet.
“It’s easy,” She insisted, “I climb around and set the next tether, then you climb around, and when we’re at the computer we kill it.”