The Distance Office · ARTHUR IVERSON
The woman at the end of the hall had fallen with one hand open, as if thirteen feet were still a distance someone could cross.
By sight, it was. By Iona Vale’s gauge, the hand was 73.9 miles away.
“Wait,” Iona said.
The firefighter at the threshold had one boot raised over the green runner. A safety line connected his harness to two crew members in the stairwell. He held still without arguing, balanced on one leg and practiced enough to make it look comfortable.
End of excerpt
Questions about the book? Get in touch ↗