Wolverton grits his teeth and tries not to limp as he enters the store. The bored cashier looks up briefly as the buzzer sounds, then turns his attention back to a creased copy of
Penthouse. Wolverton can feel his pulse hammering in his ears, but fights to keep a calm exterior as he walks down the back of the store.

The telephone is in a small booth and Wolverton slips inside, closing the door after him. He digs around in his pockets, laying out everything he needs on top of the telephone: a plastic whistle, a bag of runes and a knife.


~ by Electro-mechanical Man on December 25, 2010.

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