
Crossfire Safehouse
David spends the first few minutes throwing up on the floor. It’s not the same floor—the cheap vinyl tiles of the diner have been replaced with cool, slightly grimy concrete.“Are you OK?” Manuel sounds worried.
“No,” David says, and takes a deep, ragged breath.
“Sorry the trip was so rough. I’m not used to pushing around that much mass.”
David nods wordlessly as he tries to pull himself together.
The table and both chairs are there—wherever “there” is—and so is David’s cane. Th...
   
    
    
    
        Published on June 27, 2013 11:48