Shining knight Stories

She was a vision. In the halogen lights above the radio station’s garage, her golden hair glowed white. Her eyes flickered with unrestrained passion. She stared up at him, teeth bared, her eyes for him and him alone. “Hey, dumbass. What do you call this?” Stephen stared down at the bundle grasped in her hands. “Those are…” he bit his tongue, “…wires?” “They’re cables. You have to coil them. You can’t tie them off like fuc...