Saturday, December 25, 2010

I Work On A Starship: Christmas Story

This one's from the smugglers free-traders of the Far Edge:
I knew he was a glocker crewman the first time I saw him. The skinsuit gives them away; the working stiffs never bother to unfasten their gloves, even in civic pressure or on a planetary surface. He was sitting disconsolate in one of the little bars near the old cargo port on Smitty's World.

Continues here.

4 comments:

Nathan said...

Merry Christmas, Bobbi!

Joseph said...

Merry Christmas, Roberta....and thanks for the story!

George said...

Reading this little gem on Boxing Day ... still a holiday here in the remnants of the British Empire. I know your Christmas was a happy and successful one, Roberta. Have a great week and the two of you gird yourselves for the end of the year.

Regards.

Ken said...

Happy belated Christmas, and thanks for the story. I liked the gentleman's locution: there was a bit of Gwilym Morgan (and maybe a touch of Dai Bando) in it, but unique as well.