Area 52 by Julie Fearn-Howerska

Area 52 by Julie Fearn-Howerska # ‘They pay well,’ Axel says as he slaps a piece of paper with a number into my palm then folds into the rain-drenched night. I scuttle back home. In my apartment the natural light has drained from the sky outside. I squint to stab the number into the phone....