“Yo, Jack,” said Tonel as they lugged two golf bags apiece towards the men’s locker room. It was sunset, the end of a long Saturday’s caddying, Jack’s last day of work this summer. “I didn’t get a chance to tell you,” continued Tonel, shouldering open the door. “About who I saw sweatin’ in Ragland’s back […]
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Rudy Rucker – Postsingular
Two boys walked down the beach, deep in conversation. Seventeen-year-old Jeff Luty was carrying a carbon-fiber pipe rocket. His best friend, Carlos Tucay, was carrying the launch rod and a cheap bottle of Mieux champagne. Gangly Jeff was a head taller than Carlos. “We’re unobservable now,” said Jeff, looking back down the sand. It was […]