Trying to get his bearings, he followed the straight line of the radio tether, tracing it to the doll-like form of Constance, who was also tumbling through space a few dozen yards away from him.
Oh wow.
Your prose is always inviting, but this is vivid. And damn the weekend break! Don't leave me this way....
Thank you, John!
He's about to go "splat." Well, no. But it seems that way. Good cliffhanger for the end of the week.
Oh wow.
Your prose is always inviting, but this is vivid. And damn the weekend break! Don't leave me this way....
Thank you, John!
He's about to go "splat." Well, no. But it seems that way. Good cliffhanger for the end of the week.