The heavy wooden door to Clancy’s Tavern opened up with a scrape, but none of the men sitting at their tables turned to look at the newcomer. Showing too much interest, they knew, was an easy way to get killed.
Instead, they kept their eyes locked firmly on their own drinks, and instead listened to the footsteps as the newcomer entered.
After all, there’s a lot that a man with a good set of ears can tell about someone, just from listening to their footsteps. Continue reading
That’s right, it’s the Fourth of July!
In celebration of freedom, I’m giving myself a FREE PASS from writing a blog post today. So, if you’re reading this… sorry!
Posts will resume on Wednesday.
There are, of course, no sounds in space. With no atmosphere to carry sound waves, the noises of a collision or explosion can’t propagate and spread.
So instead, Harrison only looked up when he caught the flash of light out of the corner of his eyes. Lifting his gaze from his equipment, his jaw dropped – but then, an instant later, it closed again as he shook his head in dismay.
“Come on, guys,” he groaned into the microphone mounted inside of his bulky space suit. “Can’t we do better than this?” Continue reading
Missing Brains 