Doc Sherwood
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The Things we Find, Chapter Two
For Neetra it was business before pleasure. She spent the rest of the day looking over what Joe had brought back for her, which she had to admit was romantic in its own way, though the real romance kicked off later when she gave each of her Christingles a new candle and took a long preparatory bath in the best galactic mud. It wasn’t that the transition to her little-girl self was temporary. Neetra felt she owed it to her fringe-and-pigtails persona to do what that one had dreamed of, and liked to keep lines of communication clear to her throughout.
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Fiction
The Things we Find, Chapter Three
As soon as Croldon Thragg wasn’t quite so busy Joe was going to propose the construction of a bridge between Nottingham and the factory. Our hero envisaged everything being in walking-distance one day. Next morning however, while such plans were still on the drawing-board, he let his rotor-blades take the strain and took the Valour up while Neetra still contentedly snored.
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Fiction
The Things we Find, Chapter Four
As soon as Joe’s plans were known in Nottingham, a change came over the city. Neetra felt it as she walked to the Media Centre one evening, brownstone edifices on either side of her shading in tone with the reddening russet sky, their portals and window-arches already black. There was more in the air than autumn leaves. It reminded our heroine of the long-ago October she created Nottingham on Earth, just as it was perhaps this Nottingham’s first October now. Destiny somehow always seemed to come into that time of the year. On the outside steps stood a figure and a membrane Neetra knew well.
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Fiction
The Things we Find, Chapter Five
Nottingham’s Mini-Flashes flocked to the cinema when the advertised hour came. It was a tunic-and-pants convocation on the grandest scale yet seen, and every row and box and gallery tingled in the softly-lit hush. There were people and beings besides Mini-Flashes too, helping crowd the auditorium to capacity, all called to this spot on this night by the prospect of thirty-seven seconds which might bridge that far lengthier duration between then and now.
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Fiction
Meta-Jenny
There was a big tournament at the weekend which Jenny and I were going to together, so I got up early the day before to get some practice in. It wasn’t any good though, because Jenny was right – I really did have two left feet. By the time she came to join me it was mid-morning, and what with stumbling about the outdoor court missing pretty much every shot I was just about as hot and bothered as could be.
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Fiction
She Came From The West Midlands
I was going into town again with Jenny’s sister and we were waiting at the bus stop. A girl with little bunches in her long straight hair came along to wait too. From first glance I couldn’t keep my eyes off her as she approached, and I think she noticed because she smiled. Then she walked into the bus-shelter and positively filled it up with her nice clean smell.
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Fiction
Crisis Talks
What my friend neglected to mention was that his girlfriend Jane was already staying the night, just the same as me! I’d never have agreed to stop over if I’d known it was going to mean that sort of embarrassment, because when it was just my friend and me we were happy to laze around all evening in just the underwear and T-shirts we slept in. A girl seeing me dressed like that however was a very different matter!
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Fiction
Jenny-one for Tennis?
The sun was high in the spare bedroom at Jenny’s house when slowly I awoke. The first thing I saw was her, and she made my heart flutter almost unbearably because she had her tennis whites on. She was already clean and showered, so that the smell of her was awesome. I was very embarrassed to be seen first thing in the morning when she was like that.
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Fiction
Sibling Rivalry
After a morning like that I was ready to jump at any chance to put some proper clothes on and get away at least for an hour or two. So, when Jenny’s little sister suddenly badly needed to go into town and there was no-one free to take her, I volunteered at once. For all the jokes about how I didn’t know what I was letting myself in for, I’d never been so glad! What was more, Jenny’s sister turned out to be a sweet little thing so that was one way in which there wasn’t a family resemblance. Wearing vivid red shorts with a bright blue pattern she would have been hard to miss, especially since everything else she had on was black!
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Fiction
Lessons in Love
Jenny hadn’t spoken to me since I stood her up. I had bigger problems than that though, because I knew if I didn’t get at least as good as that girl and her age-group at gym I’d be bumped down a grade further, and I suspected I’d die of embarrassment if I had to go back to Beginners! Next day was Saturday so I decided to go round to see my friend and get some practice in.
By Doc Sherwood2 years ago in Fiction