Convergence

Convergence

There was something odd about the Toranian sitting at the end of the bar. No, it wasn’t the eye tattooed on his forehead. That only signified he was authorized to stop and frisk any Toranian he suspected of smuggling Sortium-3 to Earth. No matter how weird it seemed...
Girdles, Garters and Overtime

Girdles, Garters and Overtime

She wore girdles and garter belts in a pantyhose world and drove the better cars. +++++Had a husband once, but he cramped her style. He liked her stockinged legs around him but resented her for keeping them in a penthouse far beyond his banker’s salary, and it cost...
The Ungrateful Dead

The Ungrateful Dead

Malcolm Pryce had been dying in instalments for years. +++++Not the dramatic kind with hospital corridors and sobbing relatives, but the slower, crueller version: nicotine-stained fingertips, tinnitus that never slept, cheap coffee and the steady erosion of anything...
Siege on Harding Street

Siege on Harding Street

The streets stunk of panic. It filled the air like the sickening stench of a guilty corpse. All it took was one remark, one simple phrasing of a bad thought, and the entire city collapsed into pandemonium. Verrico was a wretch of a town, and its mayor was a conniving...
Late Departure

Late Departure

The kitchen at the Skylark Bar & Grill in Terminal 3 closed at eleven, so Howard had to grab a bag of peanuts from a kiosk to have with his single malt, staring through the big picture window at the dark expanse of tarmac speckled with ghostly lights. Great...