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It was the best of times, it was a great time for a bargain. Which was the nearest to hell he could imagine being, since he hated shopping, and getting a bargain generally involved shopping. If not, how did one get a bargain, anyway? If there was an answer, an honest to goodness answer, he […]
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“Mommy! Daddy! I caught a fish!” The fish in question, well, it was a fish. It was just… dead. Making an educated guess that the fish didn’t die in transit from the water to the edge of the blanket, both I and my wife congratulated our son, took the fish gratefully (and with delicate fingers), […]
[The scene is pure darkness. Not a thing to be seen. This is because you are listening to an audio recording some years in the future, a future which you cannot imagine, and perhaps you like listening to audio recordings in the future with your eyes closed, anyway, so you cannot see the hovercars zooming […]
He nearly spilled it, walking in the door. I could see him futzing around with something in the kitchen through my office door. I was meant to be working on… something. Some thing or other for a client, and I couldn’t, for the life of me, wrestle that gigantic thing into a more manageable one […]