(Author’s note: It’s official. I leave Korea on February 21st. It’s done. Time for some Fictioneers!)
Wheel In The Sky
by Miles H. Rost
It looked like a shoddily-crafted TARDIS.
“What’s with the tire on top of the box?” Brian asked the mechanic.
“Oh, that’s for balance. It can lay flat, or straight up and down. Depends on what’s needed.”
“And what’s the purpose of this box?”
The mechanic just chuckled.
“It’s a new type of smoker. The wheel pulls a chain that moves the meat around.”
Meat has to move? I asked myself.
“More smoke at the bottom can penetrate, creating greater flavor for the meat.”
I looked at the mechanic and grinned.
“You’re a genius.”
“Nope, I just like heavily smoked sausages.”