FICTION FRIDAY: RCFT

     Apps just appeared on the screen without warning, sometimes, begging you to pay for them.  Howard swiped past what was either an elderly woman with chickenpox or a slightly decayed horse’s head.      “It’s down here.”  Bob nodded, quickly easing from polite interest to polite boredom.  By the time Howard had swiped to whatContinue reading “FICTION FRIDAY: RCFT”