• FICTION

    Shelter

    Twilla’s Beast was hollow-bellied. The lumbering juggernaut was a comfy shelter built just for her. Light years away, in the midst of a war waged in space, an enemy warhead had blown a gaping hole into the back of its head, leaving a gnarly mess of scorched metal, wires and tubes exposed. The damage had prompted the critical system failure that had sent the massive, humanoid robot and its pilot off course and plummeting down into the planet’s atmosphere. Now, on the windward shore of planet E42-Alpha’s western continent, the metal giant knelt as if in prayer, head tilted at an odd angle, blind eyes fixed on the rising sun.…