by David W. Stoner | Feb 10, 2016 | Dreams, fiction, Philosophical investigation, Reflections, short story, Underground
Zinc sat quietly, unobserved, in the corner of the crowded barroom on a Saturday night, pay day for the Homestake Mine, the major employer in the small company town tucked away in a steep, cragged valley in the Black Hills of South Dakota. He had always been an...
