Tag: Mary Elizabeth Summer

There is an old, wooden shed under a mountain of ivy where the harvestmen come and go. The ancient hinges, rusted the color of dried blood, creak when the door is pulled open. The rocky hills echo their groans of protest,...

Her phone vibrated next to her, its buzzing echoing loudly through the empty warehouse. Late again, as she had been every night this week, preparing for the audit she’d known was coming since the rumored layoffs began. She...

Needs Improvement? What a load of crap. He’d been senior technical specialist at Alynium Engineering for fourteen years. Not once had he gotten a Needs Improvement as his annual review rating. He stared at the offending document...