I saw his shirt on a fence post. Draped. It was like a film set; misty day, dew on the grass, sound of sheep tearing salty mouthfuls from the estuary plain. And I was supposed to fall to my knees, clutching the damp shirt, and cry, 'It's his! Where is he?'
Instead I turned to the Woman Police Officer and said, 'Yes.'
I wanted to do one last crazy thing before I settled down and started popping out kids and painting the picket fence, so I thought I'd give the Museum of the Future a try. Space-tourism was kind of last decade, so when some acid casualty told me about the Museum at a loft party that Christmas, it sounded perfect. I thought about it hard for six months, then I kissed my sleeping husband Jack, took a Valium, got in the car and drove to the place the guy had mentioned.
It landed on my desk with a zoink, a purposeful little email, explaining why, (because the numbers were tight) my homely little cubicle was about to be re-purposed. My severance package, the mail said, would be discussed with me, at the appropriate time.
All right, I panicked. There was no reason for me to apply bulldog clips to the cabling and short out the computer room, let alone to hold my lighted cigarette under the sprinklers – in a 'no smoking' zone too.
If you are reading this it means that the photonic quantum drive worked, and you made a successful journey to the future. According to our telemetry data and predictions of the revolution of the earth through space, you should have appeared close to this spot, which is where we have left this letter for you.
We are all naturally dead at your point in time, as we we
re unable to prevent The Device from activating itself in our timeline. However, you should, as we have discussed, be able to gather enough data in the future to enable us to work out a weakness in the Device's programme in the past.
Longtime contributors Niall Boyce, Jonathan Pinnock & Richard Smyth all have books out which you'd be well advised to buy, then read, then buy for others. All genres are catered for, from novels (Niall's Veronica Britton) and short stories (Jonathan's Dot Dash) to nonfiction (Richard's Bumfodder)
KATY LIAR'S DEBUT NOVEL
Liar Katy Darby's debut novel, a Victorian drama called The Unpierced Heart (previously titled The Whores' Asylum) is now out in Penguin paperback. It's had nice reviews in The Independent on Sunday, Sunday Times & Metro (4*).
OUR INTERVIEW WITH ANNEXE MAG!
They came, they saw, they asked us a bunch of interesting questions. Interview by Nick of Annexe Magazine with Katy of LL: here