Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 47 — page 127: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION *““Well—thanks.”’ “We'll discuss that dream next time you call. And—oh, damn!” Mr Grubbiner snap- ped his fingers. “‘There was something else, but it’s slipped my memory. Anyway, it'll keep.’ On the pavement he shook hands again. ‘‘Well, goodbye and good luck!” Mr. Trinter got into the car and drove off. Brooding. Trying to visualise all time as co-existent. He did not see Mr. Grub- biner dash out onto the pave- ment, jump on a bike, and pedal, heli-for-leather, after him, shouting and waving. An hour later, in Sykes’ bookshop, Mr. Trinter bought Dunne’s An Experiment with Time. He drove off, and, about a mile out of town, parked on a grass verge and opened the book. Soon he was enthralled by the exposition of the in- credible properties of time. He looked up, startled, as heavy raindrops drummed on the car. Black was the sky. Vicious the lightning. The thunder-crash instantaneous. The heavens opened, The rain bucketed down. : 126 Driving like one possessed, he got ahead of the storm, which, after reaching out an arm in black, lashing fury, withdrew noisily to the hills. For no reason at all, he thought of petrol and looked at the gauge. A falsetto laugh escaped him. He’d forgotten it. Again. Twice in one day. .! “Tl fill up,’ he swore, “at the next pump. And get the tyres checked too. The old crate’s all over the road.” Luck, he decided, was not entirely fickle, for there was a one-man petrol station round the next bend—although, as he drew up, rain deluged down again. An old man came running. Shouting instructions, Mr. Trinter snatched a few more minutes with his book; and, when the attendant re- appeared, thrust a fiver into his hand. The man gave him an aggrieved stare, then van- ished in the rain. He read on, absorbed, until an oily hand thrust his change under his nose. He put it in his pocket, closed the book reluctantly, reeled up the window and drove on. Before he had driven comicbooks.comy