Urban fiction short story

 

I was quaking with such insane frustration the day they canned the space program that instead of assembling an economical dinner like a good little wifey, I stomped away into the sunset. Off to find where the man had fallen from the sky.

 

It was weird because I hadn't braved that crumbling old neighbourhood in decades. Nary a flicker of nostalgia either for the treasured bogey of my childhood, that poor fellow who'd flown like a stone. But I found I had to do something before my confounded head blew apart...

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A young girl gazes down at a body shattered on the quiet suburban pavement. What desperation would drive anyone to risk such a horrible death? Who would stow away?


Stow can be enjoyed as part of Orotund: Collected Short Stories Volume Two.