Deplume 2

Earlier that same day and a mile as a bird flies from the Pastry Shop that Deplume entered after leaving the tracks, Maoudi Jones crouched in front of his television set and began messing with the knobs. His television was an older model, with a brace of knobs, gig-blasts and giz-mawads and he carefully jammed his signal between channels and sat back and watched the blazing white screen flicker...