Hurley Pulp: The Wilde Adventures of Dr. Seamus Hurley

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re you sure about this, Doc?”

“It’ll be grand, Parker”.

Parker buttoned her coat and stood tall. With a belly-aching upward motion, the airship began to rise, and Dr. Hurley puffed his chest out like a pluming bird. He steered for a while. Parker lurched around.

“You really think we can make it to France in two hours?” Below them, the Scottish countryside was a patchwork quilt.

Hurley pointed at the lever, and Parker clicked it into place. Cogs turned, and flames licked at the side of the ship, pushing them forward.

“Well,” Hurley said. “Someone’s got to rescue old Oscar.”

Daniel Le Ray