Paul had had enough of being talked down to by angry monsters. Having survived an ordeal with two of them previously, he found no reason why he wouldn’t survive another. What was there to lose? Obviously they weren’t going to let him go now, and he didn’t believe that they were capable of murder. No, this ‘Baby’ character wanted to intimidate, but that was all. He jumped from his seat and bounded over on his long legs to confront the Goliath, pointing his finger at it’s nose and asked, “Your name 'Baby'?”
“So, where are we going?” Paul asked following Amanda_adnamA’s shapely form down the spiral staircase. She had her gold spun hair in a bun, held tight with elegantly adorned chopsticks. Their simple refinement shouted subscription heaven. Perhaps they were as easy to remove as they were on the eyes…Stop it, told himself, forcibly letting go fantasies of taking her in this cozy space. Just stop it.
“Your interview, like I said.”
Her eyes went wide. Amanda_adnamA stared off into some unknown distance. “That’s….That’s a very good idea, Paul.”
“Yeah, I’m full of ‘em,” He said, and his focus fell onto her mouth. The crenulations of her lips, the whiteness of her teeth. the coyness of her tongue. “But right now, I’ve wandered into something for which I’m all out of ideas.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I got no job and I got no prospects and in a day or so, I’ll have got myself no placed to live, either.”
Got a big kick out of this interview with Philip K. Dick (thx, Alf):
Science fiction writers, I am sorry to say, really do not know anything.... The problem is simply this: What does a science fiction writer know about? On what topic is he an authority?
This interview took place on March 12th, 2007. In the interests regarding the parties involved, it is science fiction. I (Rob) am meeting with a man named Charlie. That is not his real name, nor is it connected in anyway to a referable handle. If you were sitting at this coffee shop in New Orleans with us, you would understand the choice of the name, and perhaps see the irony of that choice, as I do. But, as the rules have been laid down prior to our meeting, the pseudonym is one of the few bits of information I am allowed to extol to the curious reader.