Karma-Strike

Chase carefully rolled the futon and stashed it in the closet, making room to place down a low table in the center of the floor. Tamas fluffed a cushion for Chrissy, who had just woken from her daytime nap. She groggily pulled herself up to the table and rested her cheek on it. “I’m thirsty,” she complained. Already anticipating her needs, Chase brought the girl a glass of water, but she just wrinkled her nose at it. “Where’s my juice? I wan’ juice!” Tamas knelt down beside her to rub her back. “Honey, we are guests here. We can’t just open the refrigerator and have anything we like. We must wait for the kind innkeepers to bring us our tea.” It had been nearly a week since the space-time anomaly appeared around Raccolto, transporting its residents to a distant past. Suddenly, the Kene-Galloway family was homeless, lost in a world that was very different from the one they knew. As a family with young children, the people of this ancient Raccolto graciously offered them one of the