Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 47 — page 110: what you’re looking at

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THE DAY OF ALL ELSE He turned at the sound of her voice as he was about to enter his room. “‘Yes?” -“T just wanted to thank you for what you did today,” said Sheila Stewart, her eyes rest- ing gratefully upon him. “You mean John?” “Yes. Not many men would have done that.” “That’s right. The trouble with me is that I’m getting soft in my old age.” ““No, Mr. Kane, not that. Understanding perhaps.” “You like John?’ he asked, quickly changing the subject. Ses ““He’d be good for you.” The blood mantled her cheeks under his gaze. “I know.” “TI wish I’d been in his shoes when I was his age.”’ “Thank you, Mr. Kane,” she answered softly. ““Thank you for everything.” He watched her as she walked down the passage, blonde hair bouncing on smooth, rounded shoulders. “Yes, I certainly do,” he thought as he went into his room. . The time passed slowly for 109 the next ten hours. He tried reading a book, watching a film, listening to music. All to no avail. By the time the ten hours were up the room was filled with tobacco smoke and his feet ached from pacing the floor. With a sigh of relief he made his way to the control room. *“How is it?’’ he asked John as he entered the room. “Not too good, still much too high.” A quick look at the indica- tor and he knew that John was right. The engine room was a death trap, even in the heaviest suit. “I’m going in there,” an- nounced John, starting to move across the room. “On whose orders?” Bill roared. “You forget yourself, Mr. Shirlow.” John stopped and came stiffly to attention, going a deep red as the other officers in the room looked on. With a brief look around, Bill made his way to the door. Somehow he had known the outcome of this all along. Strangely enough he was thinking of the girl out there commclooolkks.comn