The Adamant Carbonisation Of Henry Spiller

This story was the first piece I had accepted by a real-life printed publication – Firewords Issue 4.

Come to think of it it’s also the last piece I had accepted by a real-life printed publication.

Anyway, I’ve always been fond of Henry and I hope you’ll enjoy him too.

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37G Henry Spiler.

Henry Spiller had long stopped caring about the missing letter on the nameplate demarcating the faceless geography of his workspace. Terry O’Callahan over in 19F had got his fixed up after his wife dropped by for lunch and nagged him about it for three straight days.

Maybe Terry used up the last L anyway

Henry had bigger things on his mind. Deadlines had to be met. In seventeen years he’d never missed a single one but this would be tight. The faint chirp from his terminal could only mean things were about to get tighter.

“I understand that Sir but if you could just…no, of course the meeting…critical yes…but if I could just perhaps…no, you’re right Sir I’ll make the changes…yes, on your desk first thing Sir…will do, and please enjoy the opera.”

Henry removed the headset and rubbed his eyes. Better get some coffee.

To find out what happens to Henry Spiller please click here…

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