Wardrobe Disabilities

by Ray N. Franklin Five paces outside the Super-Ultra-Mega-Hyper-Loop train from LA, Carston Thurgood the Fourth cursed a blue streak, bumped his friend out of the way, and knelt by a column to retie his shoelaces. “What’s up, old man?” Raj Singh said as he too...


Why Would I Care?

Middle-aged monk staring at ground, flashes past in blur. Why would I care? Hot. Heavy traffic, Renaldo driving recklessly, unbelted, typical. Purple beam, crackling thunderous energy, outer system battle-stray. Slashes across hood, metal spattering windshield, tipping forward, front end rolling away from us, steel rends screeches....