Anne Rhoads

Dream From Dust

Trent yelped and stuck his twice-scraped knuckle in his mouth in a vain attempt to keep it from hurting. Just as well, the curse words couldn’t make it out that way. What did he think he was doing? Who in their right mind would try to rebuild a spaceship this old? He had little experience and even less money. He tossed the pliers he’d been trying to use as a wrench to the floor. He didn’t even have the right tools! His dream of getting free of this place seemed hopeless.