A novella

Tears streamed down Caitlyn’s face as she watched the moonlit scene in Randall’s living room unfold on a large, flat panel monitor in…

Randall’s living room. Late at night. Soft light shone in from the moon, a little more from the street lights on Dushane. The tank seemed…

They’d deduced what the score meant, and that 100 was a winning score… but not that a score of 100 would trigger a very different response…

As Randall was about to climb out for the evening, Claire bounced an idea off him:

Two weeks later, Randall took three full days of vacation. He had four weeks built up, so it was no big deal. His boss, in fact, never…

While Randall was driving back to work that same day, Stan and Caitlyn were having a late lunch in Stan’s office. Like most true geeks…

“Randall. You want a coke or something? I’m making a run.”

One thing you could say for Randall. Though quiet, he was stubborn. For almost two weeks he neither touched nor spoke to the tank. And, as…

The next morning when he came downstairs he stopped to look at the tank again. Still nothing. Perfectly clear. No knobs. No buttons. Very…

After the big “tank party,” as he’d thought of it, Stan spent a few more days in town saying “Hi” to friends who’d stayed in Boston and…

“Why a dragon?”