Bradley Saddler
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A Prison of Hope
You’d think it were an omen. I had woken up unusually early that morning. I have the vague memory of a nightmare but don’t recall specifics. I was thankful that Tina, my wife, slept peacefully next to me in the bed. It was one of the few moments I could make out a smile on her face.
By Bradley Saddler5 years ago in Fiction
Loveless
The gears creaked and steam shot from a crease in the fumigation pipe. Men dressed in dull gray jumpsuits pushed 2 large bins up to the top of the conveyor. Aside from some dim lighting, only the red glow of the foundry on the far end offered enough light for the artificers to do their work. In the shadows high above, a thin woman dressed in a tight suit with a black jacket stood on a catwalk, megaphone in her left hand.
By Bradley Saddler5 years ago in Fiction
