Roger stared at his new cufflinks with a grin. They were a perfect match for the grey pinstripe suit he wore (his other birthday present to himself). The silver outline […]
Tag: short fiction
Clandestine, Part Eight
Ten Months Later Half an hour to midnight. Chances were, it was going to feel like fifteen seconds at the speed of light. And if I wasn’t careful, the whiplash […]
Clandestine, Part Seven
There was a knock at the door; Mae. She let herself in, sauntering in coolly and tossing me the clothes I had woken up without. The Priestess winced at this, […]
Heatstroke
It was the worst seat in the church. The view was fine, and he was far back enough that he escaped any uncomfortable scrutiny by the pastor. But the summer […]