Enter the exciting worlds of my science fiction and speculative fiction short stories.
Excerpt Bad Penny:
This one was inspired by my listening to news accounts of the mess in Libya, and the death of Muammar Ghaddafi. It does not matter what sort of a man he was, he did not deserve the death he had.
The man sat down at his desk, satisfied for the first time in days. A fine whisky sat at his elbow, and before him, his secretary’s old typewriter. Finding it had not been easy, because she was long gone – oddly, he couldn’t remember why, now. Probably she had been accused of treason, as had most of the most of those purged, been. He wanted to use her typewriter because it somehow made his memoirs more Official. A beautiful white ream of paper sat at his right elbow and in front of it, were the notebooks from which he would work. They held th...