Vincent hadn’t gotten a contract from Rimward Inc. since the incident with the escape pods, but he found himself just a bridge away from their launch site after he delivered a load of corn to Silo Island 4H and set his course for the nearest city.. He was too far away from Nim’s stable to … Continue reading Year 350 A.E., Rotation 333: Almost Too Late →

Nim perched on an overturned barrel in the garage, watching Vincent as he fitted a new sheet of glass into Shelby's empty windscreen frame. She’d been hesitant to drop by when he explained that he was busy working on his ship in his mother’s garage, but not so hesitant that she took the hint that … Continue reading Year 350, Rotation 322: Whose Rights Are We Fighting For? →