Hopeful Science Fiction. The Train That Missed Its Century At 4:17 each afternoon the station clock stopped at the same wrong minute. Nobody had ever reset it. The mechanism had been sound in 1949 and the maintenance men who came twice a year checked the sign, wiped the glass,...
Hopeful Science Fiction. The Archive at Low Water At low water, the library looked less like a building than a long gray fish resting on the mud. Its reading halls had sunk to their rafters. Only the upper shelves remained above the black water, and the librarians traveled...
Speculative Fiction. The Train That Missed the Century At Platform Sixty, the rails ended in a bar of rust-red sand. Elias Vale stood beneath the station clock with a folded map going soft along its creases. He had been an actor for fifty-three years, and for forty of them he...
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