Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 53 — page 107: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION caused all the tragedy. It was funny, David thought to him- self, that he could remember what had not happened, that he could recollect from the future he had just left. Slowly David withdrew from inside his shirt the long carving knife he had placed there that morning five months hence. “Funny thing, that,” he thought as he moved forward swiftly, raising the knife as he went. As he brought the blade down between the girl’s shoul- ders, David feit no anguish. They were all only images, and the blood that spurted from her shone as it flowed. As David looked at that red gleam of the adjusted past, he heard again the distant whir- ring of the spool that had brought him there. The Minister turned and looked as if he had seen a ghost. The poor man mur- mured to himself as his gaze followed the sad figure down the village street. *“He looks,”’ said the Vicar, to himself, “he looks exactly like his brother, Lloyd.” Lower down the street, Mrs. Jones and Mrs. Evans looked at the youth, watched him open the door of the cottage, and close it behind him. For once, they were speechless... Inside the cottage, the lad sat on the bed under the window, and looked across at the other bed. “Oh! David,’ he murmured brokenly. “‘Oh! David.” BRITISH SF CONVENTION : 1955 This is now being organised by prominent fans and will take place at the George Hotel, Kettering, Northants, over the Easter week-end (8th to 10th April), 1955. Registration fee of 2/6 should be sent to Joe Ayres, 7 Doris Road, Kettering, who will supply further information. We advise you to go. It will be great fun and very instructive. 106 commicloooks.com