Adrian Firth

Writing from New Zealand

Published or Pending
 

Love at First Sight

Wet, greasy smears led across the living room floor of 27 Wentwest Place, ending at a rear bedroom. Inside, the owner lay next to an overturned dresser, jeans around his ankles, the rubbery pink rope of his intestines spread across the carpet.

Read it at Everyday Weirdness, August 21, 2009.

 

Final Refrain

Richard jerked his hand away from the bracelet his wife offered, recoiling as though the silver band might burn. He stood, jostling the little iron table, knocking his cup to the balcony floor where it broke into shards–white islands scattered through a dark coffee sea.

Music meets technology singularity: read it in The Absent Willow Review.

 

Interlude in an Empty Heaven

By definition, immortals have as much time as they wish to enjoy the really great things in life. Things like chasing seagulls down a beach . . .

Appearing in joyful!, November 2009.

 

The God of the Gaps

How many would you sacrifice to save your race? Love and physics in a dying universe.

Read it at Reflection's Edge.

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