“Are you listening? I am not selling you bourbon or cigarettes.” The kid stood up looking surprised. That’s when a gun clattered onto the floor. I nearly jumped out of my skin. The kid picked it up as casually as could be and came toward me.
Harry answered the front door and found his own face staring back at him. It was his secret face, his disguise. A black mask hid blue eyes and covered white painted skin. Of course, there was the sweet red lipped smile which never faded or drooped. His shock evaporated when he realized the imitation was just an android.
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D. Scott Thayer is a Speculative Fiction author living and working in Western Washington State.
He is currently working on a series of short works that explore the symbology of the Tarot as modern noir fantasy.
Here you will find captivating stories that blend science fiction and fantasy. Discover unique characters, intricate worlds, and thought-provoking themes that will inspire a sence of wonder.