The Walking Bomb E-Book

Robert Jeschonek

• Herausgeber: Pie Press
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

Beschreibung

Rev. David Halloran does the Lord's work, tending his flock in the town of Clover, Texas…and moonlighting in a bomb factory on the side. He couldn't be in a worse place when a streak of bad luck strikes, and the people he knows and loves go up in smoke one after another. As Halloran's curse turns his world upside down, he embarks on a journey into the dark heart of America, searching for answers. Is God punishing him for the violence he helped rain down on distant lands with the bombs he built? Will his gift for destruction set the stage for resurrection, or complete annihilation at the end of the road? Even the deepest faith might not be enough to prepare him for the strange and terrifying truth. Don't miss this story by award-winning writer Robert Jeschonek, a master of unique and unexpected stories that really pack a punch.

Leseprobe

The Walking Bomb

A Fantasy Tale

Robert Jeschonek

Contents

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THE WALKING BOMB

About the Author

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THE WALKING BOMB

Copyright © 2018 by Robert Jeschonek

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Cover Art Copyright © 2018 by Ben Baldwin

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Published in August 2013 by arrangement with the author.

All rights reserved by the author.

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THE WALKING BOMB

When the bomb was filled with explosive PBX paste, Rev. David Halloran turned the valve that cut off the flow of paste from the hose. With a black-gloved hand, he scooped the excess gray paste from the bomb’s central cavity and deposited it carefully in the big cardboard box on the tray beside him.

Standing on the gantry across from him, Judy Krulwicki did the same, disengaging the hose poised above her own bomb and dumping the excess paste in a box. Her movements, like his, were smooth but slow. Her hands were well practiced at the work, but it never paid to hurry.

Making bombs was a dangerous business.

If one of the 2,000-pound bombs suspended nose-down in the giant rack between them went off, David and Judy would be killed instantly. So would everyone else in the building and every building nearby.

It was just another day at the bomb factory.

“Will you be at the covered dish supper tonight?” said David as he capped the tail end of the bomb he’d just filled.