![]() The flashlight slid into her mouth she gagged and spit it out. ![]() Reflexively she opened her mouth to curse. Her hand, small and dexterous, grease-covered and holding the errant cable, should be able to slide through and plug it in. ![]() The beam fell on the empty socket behind a cable back to the right. She held her chin up, looked down the bridge of her nose, and shifted her jaw. Her black hair had been neatly pulled back but all this crawling around had fretted it lose. She brushed a lock of ebony hair from her forehead, smudging her dark skin with grease. If I were a socket, where would I be hiding? All she saw was the bright array of gray cables, white pipes, and multicolored wires mere centimeters from her nose. Pinned between two pipes and on her back, her arms straining with the fatigue of their own weight, she gathered her thoughts. Everything else was dark in the cramped access tube above the deep space graviton detector. ![]() The stark light from a small flashlight that Kutisha held in her mouth was at just the wrong angle. Thank you for your support.įor all the poets and authors at the Wayne Writer’s Guild. If you enjoyed this book, please encourage your friends to download their own copy, where they can also discover other works by this author. ![]() It remains the copyrighted property of the author, and may not be reproduced, copied and distributed for commercial or non-commercial purposes. Published by Firesmyth Press at Smashwords ![]()
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