Survival Kit
Illustrated by GAUGHAN
It wasn't fair—a smart but luckless man
like Mooney had to scrounge, while Harse
always made out just because he had a....
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Mooney looked out of his window, and the sky was white.
It was a sudden, bright, cold flare and it was gone again. It had no more features than a fog, at least not through the window that was showered with snow and patterned with spray from the windy sea.
Mooney blew on his hands and frowned at the window.
"Son of a g*n," he said, and thought for a moment about phoning the Coast Guard station. Of course, that meant going a quarter of a mile in the storm to reach the only other house nearby that was occupied; the Hansons had a phone that worked, but a quarter of a mile was a long way in the face of a December gale. And it w
