I first met Kevin in a bar. It’s where I meet most of my clients. He struck me as an ideal customer – quiet, reserved, head-hunched like a turtle. A sap, in other words. A man society would continue to…
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Remember Mars, by Michael Anthony
“I don’t remember what I ate for breakfast, but I remember every detail of our trip to Mars,” Abraham said, grinning, “That was a golden age in America.” Children sat in a semi-circle around the old man, their wide eyes…
Reservations, by Matthew Ward
“It’s very good. Won’t you try some?” Beverly glanced briefly at her plate, dismissing a small cutlet, diced into cubes, and mound of white rice. “It’s alright, really…” Thomas ingested a spoonful to substantiate his claim, “Although, I’m sure you’ve…
