The 12:54 to Asgard

by J. Robinson Wheeler

What a godawful storm this is. Lightning cracks in blue-white webby streaks every few seconds, followed by ear-splitting KA-THOOOMS of thunder. So much for the “Clear skies and sunshine through the weekend!” weather report of the noonday broadcast. You remind yourself to kick that soapy-headed pretty boy meteorologist in the ass when you get to the studio… yawp! The wind is shoving your car off the road. Man, this sucks balls.


Cripes, that one was close. Did a cow just explode?

Your mood is foul as you drive down to the studio in the middle of the night to fix a leak that’s threatening to short circuit the entire studio. A chilling feeling haunts you tonight, and you feel pushed to the end of the line. Is this it, all there is?

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