A narrow highway, at night, the moon full and soaring, pulling enough stars for a thousand skies. And a car. People are riding inside the car. How many passengers? Two faces show. But more, perhaps many more, ride in back. A man sits up front, sits before a wheel that he holds with both hands … Continue reading wHole by Robert Reed
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