Tuesday's Short - Nothing
This week’s short story takes us from an urban fantasy tale of nettles, teens and fairy princes to a science fiction story about the survivors of a crashed starship. Welcome to Nothing . Jerome is glad to finish the last patrol of the evening, and head in to the security of the base for the night, but, if the base is so secure, why can’t he sleep? Nothing It was dawn on the prairie. The sun rose, red-gold, in a sea of pale blue sky, and was reflected in apricots and peaches on a sea of ice-green grass. The soft morning wind did nothing to ease the winter cold from the air. Jerome watched the sun, and the prairie waking slowly beneath it. The colors of land softened the brown in his eyes, tainting it first with emerald, then with gold. He would have been horrified had he known. He had been a technician in the starship’s engine room, but now he was a soldier. He stood on a rise in the rolling prairie, the grass lapping around his knees and steaming gently...