Dawn to Dusk

Doctor Rowland Webb pulled the tarp off of his creation, looking at the wires, tubes, and gears in a mass in his shed. His grandfather had once attempted this, but had not succeeded. Using those notes, Rowland had. Grandfather Webb had been a curious type; Rowland figured it must have skipped a generation, for while …

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The Photographer

I stared at the American photographer, standing there, peering through his camera lens, as though nothing were wrong with the world. All smiles, very cheery, but was there anything to smile about in this place? Did he not see what was right in front of him? The piles of trash, the pained people, the broken …