By Richard James Hazel
“What kin I do fer yeh?”
Porter squinted to see through the tinted glass of the car that had just pulled up to his gas station. It was long and sleek, black as night, with wide wheels. The engine made no sound, but Porter could feel the powerful vibration pulsating through the pavement as it idled. The machine was a true marvel. He had never seen anything like it. Alien as it was, the expensive vehicle brought a welcome break to a very slow day.
The driver’s window whispered open just enough for the occupant to speak to him. Chilled air wafted out, brushing Porter’s face sharply. The driver had to have the AC at maximum.
“What kin I do fer ye...
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