Spectators Stories

“Boo!” Charise jerked forward in her chair, bumped from behind. She sputtered and spat up the soda she had just sipped, spritzing it on her desk and legs. “Dunlop! You asshole!” “Apologies, Charise,” the professor chuckled. The white-haired, wrinkled kook backed up in his wheelchair. “This thing has a life of its own.” Swatting the soda spray off her jeans, she gave him the side-eye frown and grumbled, “Why are you in a w...

The not too distant future… “Boo!” “Shit!” Charise yelped and jumped in her chair. She glanced back and snapped, “Stop doing that!” “Only if you stop falling for it,” Dunlop chortled, leaning his chin over her shoulder. He smiled, further crinkling his wrinkled face. “What do you want?” Charise clucked. She and the old inventor had been working together for a while so they were both accustomed to her being short with him....