Stories
| The Flight Stories Part I: Hiding Low Installment 1 Amel stood before a stained sink in a rented room, staring at his face in a mirror of polished metal. It struck him, most of all, that he looked frightened. He ought to do something about that but he couldn't... Read more |
| The Flight Stories Part I: Hiding Low Installment 2 (Feb 2007) A bang from the door at his back made Amel start so violently he had the presence of mind to do nothing more sensible than freeze with his eyes closed. From the sound of things behind him, the two intruders who had just barged into his room were much busier... Read more |
| The Flight Stories Part I: Hiding Low Installment 3 (March 2007) Amel’s grab was too late. His odd visitor snatched up the face cloth and yelped as the acid stung her. She flung the cloth away on reflex and it sailed towards the surprised stevedore who had followed her in to interrogate her. Read more |
| Call to Kendi The soft mummer of voices babbled at the edges of Erien’s sedated sleep. The sounds went on for a few minutes, in the background, without disturbing him very much. Even when the exchange of voices ended to be replaced by another kind of noise, the sound was so subdued and also soothing that it was hard to recognize as someone crying... Read more |
| On Monitum Amel sat up in Eva's bed and listened to the sounds drifting in through her open window. It was spring on Monitum. A fair morning breeze stirred a white curtain. Birds were squabbling in flute-sweet melodies over who was most attractive to the females. He was alone in Eva's bedroom but he knew where she was. He could hear her playing the piano... Read more |
| Tell Me When to Look Serious Tales from the First Cultural Exchange "I can well imagine that Amel had known for rather a long time, and never made use of it to blackmail either one of us,” Ranar said. “Even though there were times when having that kind of leverage would have made his life easier. For all that he bristles at long looks from people like Momod, he respects love. Even between men. I think that’s it, at rock bottom. Or else Eva had a hand in his feigned ignorance. Or he was simply too afraid of Mon to dare broach the subject anywhere. But I think -" Ranar yielded to a faint smile... Read more |
