Tired of these newfangled iPods and iPads messing up your lives?
Why not take a quick trip back to when men were men, women were women and iron horses were… iron horses!
And here was a woman who didn’t seem to care how she looked, who dressed for comfort and efficiency at her chosen line of work, and who didn’t look to a man for approval. Maybe she slept in her leather coat, curled up with the scent of sweat and machine oil after a hard day’s work. Maybe she slept in one of those long nightshirts he had seen in the various catalogues, long and flowing and made of silk. Or perhaps nothing at all.
He yawned. Better that he not go back to sleep with these types of thoughts.
“Wild Cards and Iron Horses“, available in print and ebook at fine bookstores everywhere!