The Pressure Vessel of Elias Whitmore
The pressure gauge on Boiler Three had been sticking for months, and Edward had ignored it, as he had ignored the memos from his safety inspector, as he had ignored the cough that had developed in the throat of the youngest boy in the Pittsburgh mill, a boy of twelve who carried coal sacks twice his size and coughed up black phlegm every night before falling into a sleep so deep it bordered on...
0 Comments 0 Shares 3 Views 0 Reviews