Last Show
I was up on the solar catwalk fixing a dead junction box when I saw the pack come through the gate.
Stories in Sci-Fi & Fantasy tagged post-collapse, ranked by how many readers finish them. Reads run 21 to 26 minutes. Writers to know: Edition of Amber, Sundown Wanderer and Plum Detour. Readers usually start with “Last Show” and “Debt Frame”. Some are free to read in full; the rest open with a free preview.
I was up on the solar catwalk fixing a dead junction box when I saw the pack come through the gate.
The letter came on a Tuesday, which felt like a joke because nothing good has ever come to me on a Tuesday.
Gabrielle Wentworth stood at the front of the granary and tapped the slate with her stick.
Teresa Smithson walked into the bunker at dusk the way she had walked into it for fourteen years, which was to say without thinking much…
The ration ledgers had their own smell, Kerry thought, and after eight years of working the registration tent she had stopped noticing it.
Caroline Phlox was thirty-four years old, and she had learned the hard way, over the two years since a divorce and one year of a mostly…
The mash smelled wrong.
The ovens needed feeding at midnight.
Piper Benton was forty-three years old and she was wiping the same glass for the second time, which was a habit she'd picked up in the bad…
The ferry dock at Broadhaven still had its old-world bones sticking up out of the water, and every time I came down here with a cart of…
The road through the Marrow Valley was the same as every other road.
The turbines were the first thing you noticed about New Meridian, even before you got inside the mountain proper, because the whole…
The cargo lifter had been complaining for the better part of an hour before it actually quit on them.
The thing you need to know about me is I don't lose.
The salt out here never stops.
I had both arms up to the shoulder inside a heifer when the clinic door banged open.
I was sixty-three years old and I had been retired for four years, which was why I was standing in the central plaza of the Dome at seven…
Sasha Hendricks woke up before the sun on her eighth anniversary with Russell, and she could not for one second figure out why.
I had been running the Gates-Haven circuit for eight months before I ever stepped inside the pawn-and-weave shop on Tanner's Row.