Friday Fictioneers: Of Kings and Corals

  Jason stopped mid-stride. “Is that a king or a coral snake?” “Red and black means a friendly Jack.” “Don’t be an ass, Drake. No snake is friendly. Answer the question.” “Red and yellow will kill a fellow.” “Well, that thing has red touching black and red touching yellow. So which is it?” Drake shrugged.…

Friday Fictioneers: Finding the MedLab

  “That’s it.” Bea nodded her head toward the gray block building. “That’s the Med-Lab? It looks deserted.” “Most of the staff go to and from using a tunnel system.” Mac studied the windows, but watching for signs of movement was impossible through the opaque glass. “Do you remember when they change shifts?” “No. All…

Friday Fictioneers: Your Chariot Awaits

  “Your throne, Your Majesty!” The duke bowed and duchess curtsied. The king gazed at the perch across the moat. Light glimmered off the gilded royal seat. Rubies encrusted in the high back sparkled.  “How shall I get there?” The duke stepped back and gestured to the gleaming horse and carriage, both draped in the ornate dressings of the…