ACME — Chapter Three (REDACTED)

Written in Stone (typed in microsoft word)

Push button. His dusted, dated desktop Dell chugged into gear as if governed by churning teams of cogs. Force slow legs stand, shimmy into kitchen. He always avoided the creaking floorboard, but — as his health began to reflect his age — he couldn’t help the strained sinew in his back from moaning its own geriatric protest. Stub fucking…