dr aljimati, professor of the forlorn sky
The good folks over at Bad Dream Entertainment have been kind enough to publish one of my short stories. Editor in-chief Brett Reistroffer (here's one of his short stories) went the extra mile in helping out with a good edit. (I didn't know, for instance, that the plural of ballast is ballasts. You learn something new every day. Brett caught my mistake - among other bits and pieces that needed a twiddle - thus helping to make me look better, and there's nothing finer that an editor can do for you than to make you look sweeter and smarter. Thanks, Brett!) The story's all the better for his guiding hand.
Anyway, my short story is called "Dr Aljimati, Professor of the Forlorn Sky," and here're the opening paragraphs.
I’m near the barrier before La Vite
comes in. I’m here early. The crowds will arrive later. They will gasp
and sigh at the lines of the rail network’s answer to supersonic
passenger flights.
Beside
me is a dusky coloured man in a tired suit that doesn’t quite fit. It’s
worn to a shine at the elbows and knees, mottled across the shoulders
with what I imagine is chalk-dust rather than an excess of dandruff.
Through professional necessity I’ve become something of a people
watcher, and I take this gentleman’s measure from the edge of my eye,
fielding more direct glances as I pretend to look around the station
concourse. If he notices me watching him, he doesn’t appear to care.
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