Editor Ion of AntipodeanSF writes to tell us that issue 131 is online and available. He writes:
- This month's magazine features ten fantastic pieces of flash SF fiction from around the world.
- This month's stories are:
- The Tragedy of La Luna By Kieran Salsone
- "Do you remember when it happened? Most people have seen the horrifying and
- often catastrophically beautiful images of La Luna plummeting towards mother Earth."
- Three Strikes By Tom Williams
- "Strike 1! It all started when the nation's commercial airline pilots went on strike to secure a pay rise."
- The Visit By David Scholes
- "The energy configuration paused in its long journey. A small, blue-green world caught
- its attention."
- Time On Our Side By Mark Farrugia
- "I was but ten years of age when the statues first appeared. They sprung up overnight in t
- he big cities — LA, London, Bangkok, and Dubai."
- A Family That Plays Together By Shaun A. Saunders
- "Hello again, Mrs Kay," said Karen, confused at finding her best-friend Sally's mother
- at home instead of pulling another seventy-two hour shift at the local FabCola
- Family Restaurant. "What are you doing here?"
- Interrogation 8 By Jamie Richter
- "Interrogation #8 Prisoner: Captain James Trummel. Interrogator: Mk-IV
- Android #KDM-32813-3."
- Cliché By Scott Wilson
- "I am a Computerised Living Individual Clone Helping Environment, better known as
- a CLICHE. Yeah, I know, I know — not very original in any sense of the word — but t
- hat's what our maker chose to call us."
- Carousel of Death By Jan Napier
- "An anorexic spruiker, wrapped in enshrouding cloak and hood, croaks, "Around the
- painted ponies go, where will you be when next they slow?" He splits his bony features in a
- ghastly rictus."
- Bodysurfing By Simon Petrie
- "Uh, no. Not this one. It doesn't feel right. Of course I realise it'll feel different, I'm not
- an idiot. Different is what I'm after. But the movement feels too ... restricted. Not
- enough flexibility in the limbs. Who else do you have?"
- Circadian Rhythms By Mika F. Cella
- I leaned out of my thirty-third-floor window and breathed out a big smoky sigh as I
- devoured yet another cigarette and drained a bottle of moonshine. Humorously, we all like
- to call it that up here.
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