The AtomicCo Free Vacation Program
I couldn’t help myself but to keep looking at the flyer. Feeling the wrinkles that had worn the laminate off the edges. Uncovered was a soft and silk-like texture awakened by my constant folding of the paper. I could almost hear my foreman shout. “Put that scrap away and get back to tightening, or I’ll have your pay card suspended!” If he could see me now…
Mama used to tell me stories about when the witches first appeared.
“Must’ve been back when the earth was flat and the sea was still hot,” she’d whisper to me, pulling the blanket up over my chin, “that’s the way they like it, y’know? They liked the water back when it was warm as a fresh-drawn bath. I think that must be why they came up onto the stones of Greypine.”