Mark Stigers
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One year after my birth sputnik was launched, making me a space child. I did a hitch in the Navy as a electronics tech. I worked for Hughes Aircraft Company for quite a while. I currently live in the Saguaro forest in Tucson Arizona
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When the Gods Die.
It was three in the morning. Double Oh Nine walked down the dark vacant Taiwanese street. He stopped at a garbage can. There in the garbage was a coke can not crushed to a short little pancake of aluminum, but it was crushed lengthwise. The ends were folded so they were exposed. Mr. Bind took the pull tab on the can, broke it off, and put it in his raincoat pocket. He threw back the can in the garbage. He looked down the street, nothing. As he started to walk away, a door was heard to open and close. Now, there was another man on the street. The sound of a bullet being loaded into the chamber met he obviously had a gun. Mr. Bind ducked into an alley. The man now had an associate and they were following him into the alley.
By Mark Stigers 4 years ago in Fiction
