Heavy Rain By Chris Ford The heavy Buenos Aires rain fell onto the fresh corpses of the two guards outside the regional data exchange. Terrorists had tried and failed to blow the place up only last year, but thankfully the endless bureaucracy of government meant they still hadn’t gotten around to updating the security. […]
Conformity The two men in suits looked down to their check-lists and in one synchronised movement knocked on the door. An elderly gentleman with a well trimmed beard answered “Hello, how can I help you?” The two men looked past him, inspecting the room inside. The elderly gentleman continued “Ah, yes. You’re from the […]
Running the wall The sweat slowly ran down the walls of the cramped tube of a room where the pilots were bunked. One of the young pilots stood out in his gleaming new flight suit. The others looked old before their time. The once white flight suits of the veterans had long turned a dirty […]
Chocolate By Chris Ford “Chocolate.” “What?” the little voice chimed “The thing I miss most from the past is Chocolate.” said the old man, with absolute certainty. “But we still have chocolate great uncle, I can go get you a pot.” “That, that STUFF, is not what I would call chocolate. I mean REAL […]