“If I could collect time at the quantum level, we’re talking about nanoseconds here, I could gather them up and emit them locally. As you know, that’s a billionth of a second.” This one is about love.
The story started when I was dragged to a car boot sale myself. I didn’t find a magic pendant, nor a lost Turner seascape or a forgotten Clarice Cliff jug. What I did find was the name Wildgust and a story about travelling to an alternate dimension. The title came very soon. I wrote the words ‘mad gnomes.’