Wilom adjusted his sleeves. The shirt was new and stiff, and he regretted that his others were all in the wash. Continue reading “Duality”
Enveloped
The letter came in the morning, in a delicate, scallop-edged envelope that made Marc raise an eyebrow and Cathlin assert that Wilom’s secret admirer must be terribly old-fashioned. Continue reading “Enveloped”
Release
For once, Vanda was apologetic, rather than excited, about the new people she’d brought, which made Wilom apprehensive. How could this possibly be worse than Inushi? He didn’t have time to ask, though. The trip to the storage room had been the shortest one yet, and they’d barely had time to exchange more than a few words. Continue reading “Release”
Grandfather
Wilom found it hard to keep his calm as he knocked on the door of the house with the faded 44 on it. Somehow he managed not to fidget as the door opened. Continue reading “Grandfather”
Performance
Wilom tucked his notebook under his arm, partly because it was easier to carry, and partially to get rid of the temptation to get it out and start taking notes again. He felt that, at least, he ought to be able to walk around the city without needing to take notes as he went. He did more than enough writing as it was. Continue reading “Performance”
The Fortunate Soldier
Vanda collected Wilom near lunchtime. It took them less than a minute to get underground, and to the room. Rickart was the only one sitting in the common area – the others were all behind the privacy shelters. Continue reading “The Fortunate Soldier”
Ignorance is Bliss
Wilom looked blearily at his letter-paper, tapping the base of his pen on the table next to him. Continue reading “Ignorance is Bliss”
Knowledge is Power
Wilom took the long way home. So, Peggy wanted in, huh? Part of him realised that if everything Vanda had said was true, then they probably needed all the help they could get. But he should talk to her before he said yes to Peggy. Continue reading “Knowledge is Power”
Given the Choice
When Wilom finally woke up in the morning, there was a letter addressed to him on the kitchen table. He flopped onto his bed, pulled the letter out of the envelope and read it. Continue reading “Given the Choice”
It’s Not A Drawing, It’s a Floor Plan
Wilom was rereading ledgers when Cathlin and Jilli came home. He was knocked out of his distracted reverie by the shutting door and the sound of their argument. Continue reading “It’s Not A Drawing, It’s a Floor Plan”
Whimsy and Metaphor 