Tag: short

scene: outpost

a touch of sci-fi… Hmm. Tastes like chicken, he thought. Pureed, reconstituted, pasty… chicken. I guess it could be worse. He took another spoonful from the tin, examined it in the low light, and ate it. Rations weren’t ever inspiring, but today they were especially dreary. Sure, they contain all the goodness of a real…


scene: two parts

a chance, for romance? Big surprise, we’re in a posh little restaurant, she groaned to herself. Clara didn’t want to be there, but her friends had prodded her mercilessly, with terrible ideas of cats, and ageing disgracefully. Awful ideas, and I’m┬ábarely thirty years old! So mean, she thought. Regardless, she had relented. Xander had been…