Fiction: '01001001 01000011 01000101' by Robert Sharp

The book was big and heavy, which meant it would burn well. Ree ran her fingers over the embossed cover before opening it. The leather was a little damp, of course, but not sodden, and the pages inside were crisp and dry. She tore out the first page and threw it onto the fire.

���Not like that,��� said Sam. ���We don���t need any more kindling. Just throw it on.���

���I like looking at the letters,��� said Ree. ���These ones have little decorations. Tails and hats.���

Sam stepped over the fi...