Cyrius Day looked at the pieces of red plastis-steel, still burning in the desert night. The pulse-blaster had knocked it from his ship, sending it crashing. As he kicked a piece of the burning metal, he mumbled, “So much for the wagon.”
MFA from the Queens University of Charlotte ('21), BA in English from the University of Central Florida ('17), Group leader for the Florida Writers Association since 2019, member of AWP and ACES.
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