Since I can’t remember why I wrote this short story, or what the title really means, I guess I can’t say much this time. All I know is that it was written back in 1997, and it’s just kind of a crime story with a touch of science-fiction. I admit that before posting it here, I read it like new. So new, that I could have sworn that it wasn’t written by me, if I didn’t know better. This is also based on the fact, that this is the second short story with a criminal vein that I post. Sometimes I wonder if I really write sci-fi and fantasy, because what I try to do is write about people, who just happen to be in different times and places than our own. And, in fact, I’m pretty stingy when describing the said times and places. I’ve always preferred the type of dialogue-driven stories of Heinlein, so this one might be considered uncharacteristic for me, because the dialogue is quite scarce, and not too witty at that. But who knows — someone might like it.
To Die on Time Sunday, Nov 18 2007
science fiction 14:23
18 November 2007 at 23:43
I liked it very much.
19 November 2007 at 19:43
Thank you. That’s one vote in favor of the story. The score is 1:0, but the poll is not closed yet.
10 December 2007 at 17:47
Where are you? Have you gotten a new lover? Are you in jail? Are you traveling? It can’t be work. No one works that hard.
Give me some more short stories.
18 December 2007 at 19:11
Believe it or not, it was work. And still is. I don’t know if it’s that hard, but since the times when I was freelancer, I’ve learned to work when they needed me, and then rest. I admit that it is tiring to work seven days a week, not to mention two jobs at once, but I’ll get some rest later. God, I didn’t realize it has passed a month. I really thought it must have been two weeks at the most…