The Chauffeur
The Chauffeur by Chris Bardell The coast road curved and rose slightly as it passed a village stepping down the hillside towards the sea. It was one of the few ...
Urban Formula
URBAN FORMULA by Chris Bardell Time 03:58 / Arrays 98% Ryzhkov’s car was maybe fifty meters ahead of mine, its headlight beams playing across the still-damp road surface as he ...
Vacant Eye
They see me. I see them. But they don’t know. The children fuss over presents. Relatives sit in armchairs at the periphery of the room. Chatting, drinking, dozing. ...
Radio Silence
Starting an internet radio station which broadcast only silence was his way of finding relaxation. Accessible from anywhere, he could log on whenever he needed a moment’s respite from the ...
Reckoner
The code started off pretty simple. But typically for this sort of thing, it expanded and mutated as new ideas occurred to him. Those in turn opened his mind to ...
Destiny Fades
Eve finished work and walked down to the tube station, exactly as she had done a thousand times or more. She went through the barriers, along the halls, and down ...
Gladys
I met Bert by chance, a few days after the season started. I was wandering back to the digs the leisure resort’s management had provided for the summer staff, when ...
Dreams of Girls and Dust
The ambient lighting was about halfway through its wake-up sequence when I opened my eyes. Waiting for its simulation of a bright spring morning could have bought me another few ...
Basin Blues
I swung the amphi-boat out from the jetty, took a shallow arc to port, and cranked her up when she was lining up just right. On cue, she responded, rising ...