The Sender by Tom Baum
He was a young man and not in his right mind. Other than that, he wasn’t sure of anything. The skin on his hands was wrinkle-free, white as no-fat milk, two heads taller than the cars rolling past, and his scratchy [...]
He was a young man and not in his right mind. Other than that, he wasn’t sure of anything. The skin on his hands was wrinkle-free, white as no-fat milk, two heads taller than the cars rolling past, and his scratchy [...]