Welding the Knob
Jobs: Consecutive Substack Story 1097
If you stare at the flakes near the light at the back of the plow yard you start to see patterns.
Casey Knollen’s never told anyone that.
Casey pulls his gloves over his hands, pausing on his left one to look at the scar he got purposely blowing up his grandmother’s microwave.
He saw a robot in the flakes tonight.
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