The Machine Of Wester Moorley (§.05)

§.05 Albrecht was confident the statue he spied through the window of the school was that which rested in his coat pocket. He strode up the porch and tried the handle. Unlocked. Drawn by curiosity the man pressed within and looked around with slight trepidation. The school, Albrecht surmised, had formerly been a saloon, for… Continue reading The Machine Of Wester Moorley (§.05)

Writing Prompts 9/11/18 – Dust

#1 All was as dust in the wake of the bomb. #2 "This machine is no frail contraption, fated for the scrap heap in ten years time; she'll be chugging along well after we've all turned to dust!" #3 She blew the dust from the stack of papers and smiled. The secret she'd sought for… Continue reading Writing Prompts 9/11/18 – Dust