The first time I posted this, I managed to delete the story somehow. Or, worse still, not actually write it. So let's try this again! Still Time S.A. Barton Seventy aimless years: before the cure for aging, he'd never have become anyone.
I've been posting a piece of microfiction each month for Patreon patrons (a whole buck a month is the minimum pledge to see them) since March. This month's offering is a vignette about a young man fishing in a place that makes the familiar Earth seem very alien indeed. It's about hope and death and... Continue Reading →