Chris’s Digital Detritus

Go read this. I don’t want to spoil it with a teaser but here’s a little bit to maybe spark your interest.

What sounded like a steel cyclone hurtling from the sky toward my bow. It was a hideous, ungodly, and inevitable caterwaul. Like all hell falling at once and nowhere to turn. Nowhere to go. Except the one heading every captain prays his boat never takes: down. I looked up, saw the blur of the cow catcher, then everything changed.