"Drop your breeches. There's a good lad." The ship's medical officer barely looks at me. He has his back to me while he waits for me to oblige. A small mallet twirls in his fingers. I dunno what he thinks he's going to do with that. "Strip, lad. That's an order. What's your name?"
"It's..."
I can't answer. Of all the ridiculous things I've failed at, forgetting to have a name is by far the most stupid.
From "The Stowaway" by Catherine McGraffin
My eardrums shudder. The door erupts. A bag of flour flies across the room filling it with white fog. Noise reverberates around my skull, shatters the window. After the blast there is silence. For a few seconds I think I'm deaf. Then a thin wail pierces the paralysis; screams, thudding footsteps, shocked voices and the high-pitched terror of horses overwhelm the settlement.
From "Never Again" by Rosemary Stride
"But, dear Elizabeth, you simply can't accept it."
"Of course I can, John."
"Whatever will people think, a married woman accepting a gift like that?"
"They'd think lucky woman."
From "Worgan's Piano" by Peter Long.
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