Clinton, South Carolina, Saturday, July 17 2019, 1:15 p.m. I haven't written a short story in quite a while, so I decided to work on this one in installments. This fiction takes place in the not-too-distant future. The idea grew out of my increasing hatred of air travel. For twenty years, I flew in those …
Nightrider's Lament
"Why do they [write] for their money? Why do they [work] for short pay? They ain't getting nowhere and they're losing their share. They must have gone crazy back there." — Michael Burton (paraphrased)
