Corrodel stepped through the telepod, fumbling with his mug and briefcase. He tripped, and hot coffee splashed on his white shirt. Jobe swiveled in his hover chair and chortled. “Bravo.” Corrodel sighed and set down his mug and briefcase. Jobe hovered back around. “Thirty seconds late. Old man Lipston’ll have your head.” He sipped a … Continue reading ‘Brain Break’ by Kris Knapp →