12/28/2023 0 Comments Public domain short stories![]() ![]() They walked along the grassy side of the concrete road that split the panorama right down the middle all the way down to where it vanished among the hills. “So I just thought I’d go out,” said Red. Slim had never seen it so, but he nodded. It was all stars and the sky was just getting sort of almost gray. I heard it, and then I went to the window and it wasn’t raining. “Was there a thunderstorm?” Slim never slept through a thunderstorm. He said carelessly, “I’ve been up for hours. Slim said, eagerly, “Do you come out here every day like this, Red? Real early? It’s like the whole world is just yours, isn’t it, Red? No one else around and all like that.” He felt proud at being allowed entrance into this private world. He mimicked voice and tone faithfully, so that Slim laughed and thought that there had never been so funny a fellow as Red. If Mom wakes up or Dad or your Dad or even any of the hands then it’ll be ‘Come on in or you’ll catch your death of cold.'” He let the air dry the exposed portions of his body as he ran out, while bare skin grew wet against the dewy grass. Slim dressed quickly, gladly confining his morning wash to the momentary sprinkle of a little lukewarm water. Slim said, more softly, “What’s the matter?” Slim noticed all at once that the sun scarcely topped the low hills in the east, that the shadows were long and soft, and that the grass was wet. Red kept to his croaking whisper, “Quiet! You want to wake somebody?” ![]() Slim cried, “Hi, Red!” and waved cheerfully, still blinking the sleep out of himself. They were friends instantly with the quick unquestioning friendship of young ones not yet quite in adolescence, before even the first stains of adulthood began to make their appearance. Red wasn’t his real name, either, but its appropriateness was obvious. Slim wasn’t his real name, but the new friend he had met the day before had needed only one look at his slight figure to say, “You’re Slim.” He added, “I’m Red.” The call was a hoarse, urgent whisper, and the youngster bounded to the open window. It was colder than it should be and there was green at the window. Seconds passed while he interpreted his strange surroundings. THERE was a spatter of pebbles against the window and the youngster stirred in his sleep. “The World That Couldn’t Be” by Clifford D.“The Tunnel Under The World” by Frederik Pohl.“The Incredible Aliens” by William Bender.“The End of the World Is Better with Friends”.“The Day Time Stopped Moving” by Bradner Buckner.“Mystery at Mesa Flat” by Ivar Jorgensen.“Low Desert, High Mountain, Big Lizard”.“In the Year 2889” by Jules Verne and Michel Verne.“From an Unseen Censor” by Rosel George Brown.“A Spaceship Named McGuire” by Randall Garrett. ![]()
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