URN My Power

Miranda Sutton watched the comings and goings at the little store as the late-afternoon shoppers thinned out. The only person working at The Dolly Shoppe was a man who looked like a young Pat Sajak. His nametag said “Bob,” and he managed to look busy with mundane paperwork when no customers were in evidence. The display models around the store didn’t move, but the one time Bob had been in the back long enough for her to dare touching one, it had been suspiciously warm to the touch. ...

Sylvia walked out of the toy store with a frustrated frown. Her friend, Clay, already had all the female action figures she’d been able to find, and this was the fifth mall she’d tried. Marvel, DC, anime, video games, obscure TV show tie-ins; if it existed and had action figures to go with it, chances were he had it. He even had a small display of gifts others had given him which he used to illustrate the difference between dolls and action figures. ...