Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 47 — page 112: what you’re looking at

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THE DAY OF ALL ELSE “Captain?” he asked briefly, and watched the re- lieved face appear. ‘“The pile’s O.K. now; you can. go ahead from the control room. [’m afraid you'll have to seal this room off though. It'll be too dangerous for a week or s0.”” “What about you?’” asked the captain, slowly. “T’ve had it. Better seal me off as well.” “T’m sorry, Kane, very sorry.” His voice broke and he moved away. “‘Cheerio, John,” Bill called, as the young man appeared on the screen. ‘“‘And remember what I said.” He switched off before John could answer, feeling unable to carry on the pretence any longer. He was scared. Scared almost out of his mind at the knowledge that soon he would be face to face with death. Slowly he dragged himself over to the window, hoping to find comfort out there. Sud- denly he lifted his head. It was _ the music! She came at him with a smooth, almost sinuous grace. No longer staying beside the ship, but moving towards him with a strange eagerness. Her black hair gleamed with lus- trous beauty and red lips parted in a smile that re- vealed strong, white teeth. The loneliness was gone from her face and now stars of laughter danced in the jet of her eyes, No word passed between them, yet in that moment more was said than a million words could accomplish. With a vibrant happiness surging. through him, he stepped through the window and went out to meet her. 111 conmicloooks.conn oS " > oa ty’ ee Ease