The Rhyme of the Ancient Space Mariner #4

“All of us seem to come equipped with filters on the floors of our mind, and all the filters having different sizes and meshes. What catches in my filter may run right through yours. What catches in yours may pass through mine, no sweat.”

— Stephen King, Night Shift





“Don’t know, ma’ am, I’m anti-matter to the point of firearms. Back on my feet in concrete.”

Something in his tone made two. Said he’d have to phone off his feet? First, two men had come tight – & Kolya was certainly odd, Todd thought. And The Man was nobody’s fool.

“Can I have a ride then a hundred years back?”

The prestupnik grinned.

“Old records, ma’am. But I have to wait for if the father’s visited upon.”

Todd nodded. The three cameromised third generation. With pilot bags of the kind that air-scare? Not Jorge – & cut out the wait at the Sputnik Motel, talking to pay!

“I can’t tell you nothing. The Man see no justification for it – no into the edge of a door.”

His head.

“Just the address,” Todd said.

Information – but it was difficult. Nobody would come to ask her.









Peter Bies © 2010




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