“There you are,” she said, dawn in the steel light slits on the ceiling. Forest Glade wafted in. Felix sniffed at the air. It smelled off to him, metallic. Veronica stretched and got out of bed. She went into the bathroom and filled a glass with cold water. He leaned up on his elbows and [...]
After Felix left she straightened up the house, made the bed, washed the dishes. The stale air was making her a little nauseous but she brushed it aside and determined to make the phone calls to Fairbanks and Winnipeg, where she left messages (it was still night in both places). The Cryovac was more involved; [...]
The day disappeared into its end, vanished like no other day had in his memory. Felix felt like he had only just sat down when lunch came and again, when the screen zeroed out at the end of the day he could hardly remember even being there. It was a little worrisome, almost as if [...]
And so it went for them. Time passed while they planned their escape to Alaska, plans achieved through intense and constant argument. They ate a vegetarian diet mostly with the occasional fish for which they had both developed a craving, sometimes polishing off an entire two-pound pond trout in a meal. Weeks of chilly rain, [...]
Veronica was relieved that the storm would prevent her from going to Les Jardeen. She was tired and felt like going to bed. More and more that was all she felt like doing. Paregane was supposed to be non-addictive, without side effects. That was what they had promised and while at first she didn’t believe [...]
Felix leaned his bike against hers and descended the stair. The ride home, full of food and happy, free of the job, still giddy from the convivial bar crowd, had been over rain-washed streets, in the calm, cool aftermath of a major storm. He drank a glass of water, brushed his teeth and swallowed his [...]
Bryson lay in a tub of cold water beneath the broad and shapely crown of an oak tree. Hanging off a wooden coat stand was her white cotton bathrobe and a hemp sarong tie-dyed blue, pink and green. A side table to her left supported an ashtray and a bunch of hand rolled cigarettes, and [...]
“There’ve been a few changes, Bryson. Don’t be alarmed.” Bradlee rose up behind the black desk like a vapor plume at night, and pushed a paper clip around. Bryson assessed his office. He had a wall of monitors behind him, and he faced two walls of tinted windows, with a view of the world. No [...]
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