Trifecta: Rusty: Mechanical Treasure Boxes
Trifecta again! This week's word is: RUSTY 1: affected by or as if by rust; especially : stiff with or as if with rust 2: inept and slow through lack of practice or old age 3a : of the color rust b : dulled in color or appearance by age and use <rusty old boots> 4: outmoded 5: hoarse, grating Before I go into the story, a small preface: I've been thinking and writing of Lo Maxwell for a long time. He's a boy of indeterminate age- sometimes he's ten and sometimes he's fourteen, and at least in one of my stories he's seven. He's a lone mortal stuck in a different, bloodier, monstrous world, trying to get back to his own but in a very strange sense. Sometimes he's angry, an avenging angel. Sometimes he's sweet. Most of the time he's hungry. This is my fourth Lo Maxwell story, and the shortest. It's not much. *and I should probably mention that Lo's dog, despite appearances to the contrary, really doesn't like him much*...