And while I'm at it, here's the next and latest one. Hot off the griddle and into the queue. Warning: offensive, may/may not trigger. Read at your own risk. As always, constructive criticism yada yada yada. Eat up!
Preview:
I was still smelling what I thought was the ruster gas all around me, and I was wondering how the people could manage to breathe that stuff constantly without dying. And why did neither Maxwell, nor Boris, nor anyone else in this harbor seem to notice it? I wondered. They’re probably feeling the gas rusting them, too, but it’s not strong enough for them to notice it. Wait a moment! Boris said the Germans weren’t here yet. Maybe they’re releasing it from just behind that sea fret, my fear beckoned me to imagine, but the gas breaks down in the air so it’s not strong enough to be dangerous?
To be fair, I didn’t even know where Germany was on a map. Hitler may as well have been a devil from another planet. I was eager to know the truth about all this, but Maxwell had said there’d be enough time to answer all my questions when our little field trip was over.
