Nothing Moves
The truck wouldn't start. Frank Doyle knew this before he even turned the key. He'd been knowing it for three days. The engine made a sound that was almost a start—a cough, a sputter, a hope—and then nothing. Just the sound of the dashboard clock ticking forward, one second at a time, like a bomb that was slowly figuring out what time it was. He sat in the driver's seat and watched the gas...
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