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3/n
I am stood staring at the fridge. Okay. I am not stood staring at the fridge. I am stood staring at the contents of the fridge. Because I have the…
The Balance of Love
Kathryn Keating: A Eulogy: The Balance of Love I have to say before I start. When I wrote this, I wondered for a moment what Kathryn would want to say.…
Written in 365 Parts: 189: How Are We Going To Get In?
The huge lump of rock wasn’t an asteroid, it was a ship. Marsh marvelled at the sheer absurdity of that fact. Perhaps at some stage in the past there had…
Written in 365 Parts: 188: A Huge Lump of Rock
The stealthed ship that they had been tracking had taken a slow route to its final destination. It moved in an elongated arc to intercept the rock that allowed it…
Written in 365 Parts: 187: Out of Contract
“Alison Kendrick, huh.†Marsh smiled at Drick, “I See where you get the Drick from. And it is less obvious to abuse a nickname like Drick than say a nickname…
2/n
Grief is an odd thing. (Honestly I would laugh at such a trite opening sentence but I wrote it.) I mean it is horrid, and it is cruel, and it…
Written in 365 Parts: 186: What Was Your Name?
“Painful as in physical? Or painful as in emotional?†Marsh asked. “Both. It concerns my death and what came after.†Drick studied his reaction to that. “Okay, that’s not usually…
Written in 365 Parts: 185: Conspiracy Theory
Drick and Marsh had been in space for fifteen weeks. The journey to the far reaches of the system had taken close to ten weeks, when the course had been…
Written in 365 Parts: 184: Simulacra
“You are awake.†the voice again. Devoid of emotion. “Am I?†the thought was partly directed at the voice, partly at themselves. Without any philosophy implied as to what is…
Written in 365 Parts: 183: All Sensation Ended
There was a sense of self. Where there had only been images, random emotions, now there was an understanding. Thoughts, not just impressions. There was a sense of existing. But…