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Supply and Demand, Chapter Three
The Limb Four Incident was in full swing again, with Neetra its sole spectator. She loved the fat tottering boy-grubs of Flaban. They were adorable, barely able to wield a Four Heroes action figure without tumbling and rolling over and over on the pavement. Meanwhile the wavy little glowing girls were pretty by anyone’s standards, though Neetra would have liked them more if they hadn’t all so obviously known it. Finned females and maggoty males bashed their toys together in noisy contentment as late afternoon shaded to evening. Our heroine guessed that was the only hour Flaban children’s schedules so coincided as to allow mixed-gender play.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
Supply and Demand, Chapter One
Neetra was in the back seat of Wodding’s space-rover, watching through her window as the short stretch of cosmos between Flaban and the industrial belt passed by. Up in front sat Mini-Flash Robin with tunic-skirt tidily under-tucked, and beside him the great grub himself in pinstriped business-suit, his tank-treaded wheelchair locked securely behind the steering-stick.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
Supply and Demand, Chapter Two
Through Technicolor nebula-clouds which scudded over the city-lights of colonies and outposts below, 4-H-N led her all-girl legion. Getting the galaxy’s pants in a twist had been an understatement on the copywriter’s part, for clustered about the foreground to meet this advance head-on were representatives not only of Neetra’s own Nottingham faction, but also the other side of The Four Heroes’ schism. Whatever 4-H-N’s secret was supposed to be, it was apparently of such magnitude as to have driven her from Dylan and her family on Grindotron. No wonder the crisis had since escalated to crazy day-glo accessories and vehicles on all three fronts, with which to either wrest that elusive truth from the quadrant’s favourite bosom or preserve it tucked-up Mini-Flash style where it was. Splashed across a stretch of unobstructed firmament Harbin’s featureless visage surveyed the chaos hugely, crimson eyes aglow.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
Treasures, Chapter One
“Wodding,” said Neetra over breakfast. “Do you happen to have any idea what this is?” Outside her hotel room window that morning had been cozily abutting hive-fronts, and below them a quaint county-seat cobbled lane. It was the first thing Neetra had checked after getting up. Now over the table she handed Wodding a crude drawing of what tramped about by night when that wasn’t so.
By Doc Sherwood4 years ago in Fiction
