Flesh Made World

Начало книги

This was my second sale, to a small Canadian mag called “Prairie Fire” back in 1994. Think “Max Headroom” meets “Terms of Endearment”. A lot of people seem to like it, although I keep wondering if it isn’t a teeny bit wet. It does, after all, involve a dead cat; so I post it here in memory of the recently-departed Cygnus T.

Wescott was glad when it finally stopped breathing.

It had taken hours, this time. He had waited while it wheezed out thick putrid smells, chest heaving and gurgling and filling the room with stubborn reminders that it was only dying, not yet dead, not yet. He had been patient. After ten years, he had learned to be patient; and now, finally, the thing on the table was giving up.

Something moved behind him. He turned, irritated; the dying hear better than the living, a single spoken word could ruin hours of observation. But it was only Lynne, slipping quietly into the room. Wescott relaxed. Lynne knew the rules.

Читать дальше →