The Santa Claus suit drooped from Clive’s bony arms. It fit him like adult clothing does a twelve-year-old. He pulled a needle from his arm and placed it with the others.… more
The Santa Claus suit drooped from Clive’s bony arms. It fit him like adult clothing does a twelve-year-old. He pulled a needle from his arm and placed it with the others.… more
Life was nothing like that. Most people repeated the same tasks over and over day after day. They got up. They went to work. They came home. If a publisher wanted realism, that was as real as it gets.… more