Walking Lightly_Peach Soda_Rhyolite Remembers_Bargain
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Walking Lightly
“Listen up class!” Miss Glendale called out. “Time to quiet down for there is a special announcement!” All the students quieted down, excited that another week was about done. Their full attention was not on the teacher, with Henry standing next to her, holding a large place heaped with something that was covered with tinfoil. “Usually, we don’t do such a thing, but today is different,” she told the class. “Henry has a treat for everyone before you all leave.” All of them became even more excited. A treat to end the week. “I helped my dad make these treats for everyone,” said Henry with a...
Peach Soda
New York City Summer 2035 Taker says freckles are a commodity. That was his answer when I said I didn't like mine—something about a privilege to show how long I've spent in the light, like the everybodies who live on the skylevel roofs or out in the flats instead of us asphalt-and-shade nobodies. I said he should learn what "commodity" means, instead of just reading the word somewhere and using it halfway out of context. (At least he's reading again.) You can't buy or sell freckles, though I wish I could. I accumulate them fast enough. It's one of those dumb adult things, the way he tries to ...
Rhyolite Remembers
The violent inward swing of the batwing doors caused every head in the saloon to swivel towards the entrance There was no fear or anxiety in the dozen of so eyes that came to rest on Deputy William Dillinger’s serious face, only burning curiosity. Rhyolite was a peaceful town, after all. Distractions were a hot commodity. Dillinger’s eyes met those of Father Wyatt Hardin who sat alone in a corner with his tattered King James. “The Sheriff’s awake Father.” A salacious smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. He paused a mwww.onedoor.ccoment, his teeth gleaming in the smokey light of kerosene lanterns. “We...
Bargain
Two hundred feet below the earth a dark figure stood in a black Italian suit, waiting. His shirt was black silk and his tie crimson, just for fun. It wasn’t a color he particularly liked, but it he thought it expected of him. He did not like to wait. Someone was going to be disciplined. The door slid open with the whoosh of an airlock. The blast of warm air hit his face and he closed his eyes with the pleasure of it. The girl behind the door dropped the papers in her arms when she saw him. The look on her pretty face went from concerned to terrified when she saw who had triggered t...