Solid Ground CHapter 1 (Draft)
Solid Ground By Htedomsa Cecil wiped off his oily paws on similar oily over all's. The old Challenger was getting to be a piece of work, the old fox thought as he drew himself up from under the car. Well it ought to run for a while yet at least. The...
Junk for Joy
Junk for Joy By Htedomsa The humidity was really the worst of the walk. Taslin hated the way the moisture seemed to turn everything sticky and worthless. It was probably too much to hope for northerly wind or a summer storm to take away the...