Damage, by Stephen Shea (40:00)
Today we see that dread does not come from a firehose. It trickles at us with surgical precision, dripped in tiny installments from an eye dropper.
Today we see that dread does not come from a firehose. It trickles at us with surgical precision, dripped in tiny installments from an eye dropper.
Favorite new sentence today: And so their conversation flowed, like two chance-met warriors in the common battle against time, touching on everything and nothing, but humorful just the same.