Once in
awhile a day comes along, a day dreary and damp. It encourages a soul to curl up on the sofa with a book and
a hot cup of tea. Today was one of
those days. At least it was until
the knock on the door, a knock of unusualness, a knock of stealth and wariness.
Beth
looked up. It was too early for
the mail.
Without
hesitation she opened the door.
Surprise crossed her face at the being sprawled on her stoop.
“My ship
has busted a valve. May I use your
communicator to call space triple A?”
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