Saturday's Storyteller: "She wasn't sure what was more offensive: the notion that he thought she needed rescuing, or that he had only thought to arm himself with a crescent wrench."
by Belinda Roddie She wasn't sure what was more offensive: the notion that he thought she needed rescuing, or that he had only thought to arm himself with a crescent wrench. Either way, the Soviets were closing in, and she had her semi-automatic ready to go. "I am egregiously ill-equipped, aren't I?" Jason asked, unable to reduce the quivering in his voice. "Stand back," Sara growled, lifting the cold snout of her firearm and pointing it at the nearest KGB officer. "I'll handle this." *** "And she gave you a D for it?" Hannah laughed. She snapped open a can of sodaand drank it warm. " 'Grossly historically inaccurate and asinine,'" she announced. "Her words exactly." "I thought this was a creative writing class? Not a control freak workshop?" "Hey, she liked the scene with the dictator, at least." Hannah had written an alternate reality story about a prev