Thank you for being my first reviewer.
When I started writing this, I thought it would be humourous and quite light. As it progressed it darkened, but at least he got what he deserved in the end.
“Privacy!”
The walls of the room became a little more opaque. It was a pain to take his feed off-line as it seemed to attract hackers like sharks to fresh blood. However, these new model synths were rumoured to be very quick to detect offence or criticism. He didn't want the hassle of a complaint before he could effect certain alterations (not approved by the manufacturer). He was the only one who was going to be complaining today.
“Call Synthuserve.”
While he was waiting for the house to
Thank you, again! I'm out of likes currently - but I'll be back in due course.
@ Val As for the shabby, pale, imitation shiny on offer - thanks, but no thanks.
Thanks very much! It was a work day but apart from that, it was fine.
@ Adi I have one very late, bedraggled rose left.
@ tim I may be red pretty soon ...
A very moving and engaging story. There is something fascinating about reading one side of a correspondence, especially one from the past. The family connections and growing realisation of an extra dimension between the two airmen makes the fascination so personal.
The emotional content is heartfelt, engrossing and to me, enlightening. Thank you!
I loved reading your tirade ...
The book trade is as much into selling stock as any other product and if crass (and cheap) stereotyping works, why change it. Well, we know why ... but most publishers don't seem to agree with us. Titles of books as well ... *sigh* I'm very glad that GA doesn't rely on cover art. I'm with Drew that the description is what draws me in (or not).
Wow! Your first anthology story and it was great. The hopes and fears of both the leads were vivid and real and made me care. An excellent read and I hope we read much morei n the future.
I've written a response to Prompt 517 which didn't seem to have any takers or links attached. No link from me either yet, but once I take the plunge it'll be one of the first things I post as I'm quite pleased with it.
I'm always in awe of those people who manage to do the most emotionally draining jobs like being a coroner - being a voice for the deceased, demanding answers if necessary (in the Engish system) and giving knowledge and perhaps comfort to those left behind.
You capture all of this wonderfully and in so few words. 'Oh heart, stand strong' indeed for anyone involved in such distressing work.
The twist that wasn't a twist - it showed wonderfully how your mental bearings can be screwed up after something as upsetting as a break-in. The dream - that really made my stomach lurch.
Very well written and eminently readable
It's fine to feel somewhat rootless, skimming on the surface of life, partying and so on, when you know you have a multitude of anchors to fall back on. Our anti-hero has had pretty much every anchor removed. He's drifting, abandoned, with only one punctured lifejacket which may or may not help him reach dry land.
The way this story is written greatly adds to the sense of menace - as bare and bleak as his existence now is. Great stuff!
I'm mildly embarrassed that I hadn't even liked this, never mind reviewed it despite reading it for the first time several months ago.
I've just read it again and enjoyed it more than last time, I think. I love the way you managed to include the prompt at the beginning and the end of the chapter - show off!
The agony and ecstasy of social situations can be such an ordeal with your internal voice going on and on. Wonderfully captured.
I'm with Reader - the title made me grin.
I hope everything goes well, tim. Sounds as though you'll do much better without your gall bladder than with it.