Davo

by N.R. Walker

Then, just when I thought it couldn’t get any more embarrassing, Junie added, “Don’t have any of that lube though.” I almost died. “Oh my god.” “Got some Mobil engine lubrication in the workshop if you need it,” Bill joked as he walked out from the back. He’d clearly heard the whole conversation. Sweet mother of god. “Don’t be silly,” Junie said, shaking her head. Davo snorted. “We’re not Transformers, Bill.” How was this even real?

“Earth would have been nothing but a fiery, volcanic planet, rivers of lava, that kind of thing.” He sighed. “And now here we are, three billion years later, and I’m lucky enough to exist at the same time as you.”