Literature
Barefoot in the Dark Future (Beginning)
Urban America. Sometime in the late 21st century…. Part 1. Why do I keep doing this shit? There has to be a better way to make a living. Then again, I pretty much set my own hours, so I guess that’s something. I carefully step inside the crumbling old warehouse. Whatever corp used to own it is long defunct, and the neighborhood is a war zone, so no one would want to move into the place. It’s only good for scumbags to meet and talk shady business. I suppose I’m one of those scumbags, too. It’s dark, but I hear some voices, so I head toward them. Cautiously, but not cautiously enough. I feel the cold steel of a gun barrel at the base of my neck. “Got a name?” a raspy voice hisses. “Sparks,” I reply. The gun is lowered. “About time you got here. We’ve been waiting five minutes.” “Bus was late,” I offer. The gunslinger grunts. I think he’s laughing? In any case, I