Tom scanned the wooden floors, the roof beams, the empty glasses, the empty-headed numbskulls at the bar. He scanned a newspaper, a tin of beans and the police radio in New York. He noticed a group of Gnomes sitting in the corner, underneath the metal signs for shoe polish and soap, each sipping a glassContinue reading “Extract from ‘Trans-Uranic Elements: The Dark Side of Uranus””
She saved them all in the end…
