Treasure by Lyn McConchie

Treasure Lyn McConchie Joe Tremain was a man of mostly average description. He was medium height, medium build, medium colouring, medium circumstances, and middle-aged. His parents – dying young – had left him a house that had one bedroom, a loft that had been…

Redemption by Lyn McConchie

Redemption Lyn McConchie The hillside road nearest the town had fallen, so they left Lanie’s car with the earth-movers and the vehicles of the rescue people who’d arrived earlier, and they walked, Lanie, with the massive dog at her heels. They’d rounded the last…

Honor’s Choice by Lyn McConchie

Honor’s Choice Lyn McConchie There were two main characters that day. It was a bright, warmly sunny day towards the end of a long delightful summer. A day which was neither too cold nor too hot and even in the heart of the city…

Green Eyes by Lyn McConchie

Green Eyes Lyn McConchie She was three, with sun-tanned, fatly dimpled little legs and rounded arms. It was summer and the field was hot, the water calling, cool and beckoning with flashes of shade and shadow under the willows where the brook widened to…

Better Off by Lyn McConchie

Better Off Lyn McConchie Joe was a nice man. Everyone said so. After all, he paid for his wife’s grandfather to live in a nursing home, didn’t he? They conveniently overlooked the fact that the old man hadn’t wanted to be there. They politely…

Considering Alicia Austin by Lyn McConchie

On Considering Alicia Austin Lyn McConchie I walked out one May morning to see a cat up in a tree, I gazed at her – she gazed at me. “You foolish cat,” I muttered, “You’re meant to be below. Cats are meant to walk…

The Books of Hoth by Lyn McConchie

The Books of Hoth Lyn McConchie Allied Combine Space Patrol Sector 3, Sub-sector 12, Planet Guard  Sq.P 5.   Dear Mother,      Sorry I haven’t been able to get a letter to you recently, but now reporters have the story as H.Q. has lifted…

Letters Home by Lyn McConchie

Letters HomeLyn McConchie Day three of our Invasion. Dear Mother,     It won’t be long before our soldiers are home again. It’s lucky that I’m the General’s secretary. I have a fine (and safe) view of our war, but I am in a position to…

Within The Asteroid Belt by Lyn McConchie

Within The Asteroid Belt Lyn McConchie first published in The Fractal There ghosts among the asteroids, The nameless dead of many races, creeds and laws, Miners, whose bodies float in deep black space, and colonists, where some forgot, the environment is hostile, and died…