Gimlet on Gromet's Plaza Archive

Adventures in Lunching

Wed, 27 Mar 2013 00:00:00 +0000

“Dull… dull… dull!” Debbie mumbled to herself as she leafed through the papers on her desk. She’d just finished a lengthy report. God what a chore! And now she had to deal with these new accounts. It would take a while to sort these out to work out which to deal with first. She leaned back and sighed.

“Oh F^%&*!$ll!” came the expletive from the adjoining cubical. Debbie laughed to herself then got up and stuck her head over the low dividing wall.

Fond Farewell

Tue, 03 Nov 2009 00:00:00 +0000

Still smiling nervously, Michael opened the door to his apartment and showed Sandra in. She smiled in reply and went in with him following behind.

‘OK,’ he thought to himself ’this is it. My first real date. Now don’t mess this up, get it right!’ He always did things right, always succeeded at every thing, or so the talk was around the university. What ever he did, whether it was education, sports, or personal hobbies, he always tested, experimented before committing himself. He never went into anything he thought he couldn’t follow through to completion. But girls? He had never been good around them.

The Joining

Sat, 06 Jun 2009 00:00:00 +0000

In an isolated system, in neutral territory a small, unarmed, Terran scout vehicle drifted alone. Captain Andrea Simmons started to sweep the area with sensors, for lack of anything else to do. There was little else to do other than wait for… what ever was that waited for her.

In the beginning Mankind had spread to the stars using the Schleckston jump drive and found nothing. For some time it seemed worthless to even go. Mining was cheaper in Sol system and no prospective colonies had been found. Most systems were just like the one Andrea was in now, empty except for the primary star and some asteroids. But the exploring spirit still survived so scout ships continued to explore the new frontier anyway.

Just Desserts

Mon, 12 Mar 2007 00:00:00 +0000

When he awoke he was startled by a face peering down at him. It was its size more than anything that shocked him fully awake, being less than an inch from brow to chin, connected to a lithe female form barely five inches tall. The apparition (he dare not use the word ‘fairy’) Hovered less than a foot from his face, hands on her drawn up knees, translucent wings spread wide behind her. Why weren’t they flapping?

The Wrong Box

Wed, 21 Dec 2005 00:00:00 +0000

Hah! Diana said to herself as George stomped away and out the gate. Served him right. Husband he may be but this was the nineties for god’s sake! If he ever tried to blow their holiday fund on something like that again she’d REALLY blow her top. She faintly heard him revving the engine on the new sports car he’d bought (a ferrari she thought) with their money. He kept revving it for a bit before finally tearing off down the street to take it back to the dealer.