Blue Faireschoen"The knock-me-downs are in bloom," she said."Yes they are." he replied."Aren't they...vivid?" she asked."Suppose so..." he said noncommitally.They walked around the giant boulder which sits in Palmer's Park. She wouldn't let him hold her hand."I think they are gorgeous, Renald. But...""Not as gorgeous as you." he offered weakly.Her dark laughter was all points and sharp edges. He didn't know where to stand in her presence."Ah yes! I see the blue faireschoen is in bloom as well."At this Renald stopped, looking down at the lapis-colored delicate petals; four to a bulb."What is it?" she demanded peevishly.Renald glanced a
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The JackscrewSeemingly of its own accord, his hand stole to the butt of the blued-steel machine pistol.Things had never gone so awry as they were going now. "The thing about being at rock bottom, is that, well..." He wasn't sure at all what the 'thing' was at rock bottom, other than a hard, abrupt landing.But was that really true? Really how it went? Because looking at it now, it seemed as though hitting the proverbial bottom was like a man trying to cross the event horizon which surrounds all black holes. Even though the singularity is all consuming, is actually...swallowing light itself...all you can do is stare at it in dread fascination as you lin