He Smirked, Called Me “The Family’s IT Girl,”

Current position.

My parents’ neighborhood.

The Thing Under Greg’s Truck

I looked up at the field, then at the houses lining the fence, then at the row of vehicles parked along the curb and gravel overflow.

A local grid anomaly within three hundred meters didn’t mean some master terminal buried under a hydrangea bush. Usually it meant a relay. A booster.continue reading …