Truant by Lyn McConchie

Truant Lyn McConchie “Don’t, don’t, please, ahhh,” Twelve-year-old Malcolm whimpered in pain and fear as the hands tightened on him. “You little narc. You told old Johnson I copied your work.” “Ahhh, no, I didn’t. I never said anything. You copied it exactly, he…

Night in the City by Lyn McConchie

Night in the City Lyn McConchie It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents and in the great city no one was abroad who could have stayed in shelter. Only the poor and the unfortunate were outside and even they…

With Brazen Tongue by Lyn McConchie

With Brazen Tongue Lyn McConchie “Oh, God!” The cry was not blasphemous, but a prayer. It had come at last, and I knew it. “What does it say, It can’t be, not for us, not for Wildhey.” I opened the letter slowly as the…

Bath Salts and Bedlam by Lyn McConchie

Bath Salts and Bedlam Lyn McConchie Our local senior constable was here again today asking if I’d seen some missing bloke. I could have sworn he said was named Bob Jonquil. I didn’t take it the wrong way, I’d seen Joe coming from my…

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 Sedra Anomaly by Lyn McConchie

The Sedra Anomaly Lyn McConchie      Sstha stood on the bridge of The Farseeker. His captain was down on Sedra and would be gone for at least two more days and, for that time, the command of the ship was his. He walked over…

The Office of Special Claims by Lyn McConchie

The Office of Special ClaimsLyn McConchie     “Ms Appleton, I think this application may have something wrong with it.”            Susan sighed. Really, the quality of staff these days. Three months in the Accident and Special Claims office, and they thought they knew it all….

The Books of Hoth by Lyn McConchie

The Books of Hoth Lyn McConchieAllied 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 censorship. Remember I…

Within The Asteroid Belt by Lyn McConchie

Within The Asteroid Belt Lyn McConchie first published in The FractalThere 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 of…