Author: C.M. Post

Reg liked to have a beer when he finished for the evening. Not to get drunk. He wasn’t like his father, who would have a few. Reg stuck to one drink, alone in his shed. He stepped back from his workbench and sipped at the foam. It was good. It was an improvement at least.… Continue reading Bodge

Then he gave her that wide eyed look. That what the hell are you talking about look. That back in your box look. His pupils almost trembled. His brow billowed like an accordion. And it worked. That was the worst thing about that look. It worked exactly as intended. She got back in her box… Continue reading Sell

If they cut his bulletin slot much shorter, Giles would barely get three words in. Water is life. That was three words, but it didn’t really give you much of a message. It was more of a slogan than anything. Brush your teeth dry. That was four words. He could get that in if he… Continue reading Truncated

‘It opens out once it’s inside,’ the salesman said. ‘It naturally positions over the baby’s head. Then harmless electrical impulses are sent through the amniotic sac, through the skull and into the brain, stimulating the visual cortex and aiding development.’ They’d seen the advert two weeks ago. Ultrasounds give parents a chance to see their… Continue reading Guava

Tarq woke up. She wasn’t spinning fast, but she was spinning. The stars moved from one corner of her visor to the other. The constellation – Big Dong – was barely visible in the bottom left corner when she went to sleep. Now it was in the top right corner. That’s how she knew she… Continue reading Wake Up