Star Nursery
From Planet 226
A short story by Stevie Davies
for Anne
I’ve a skin-tingle like flu or guilt and the key quivers in my hand. In point of fact I’m not trespassing, I tell myself: I’ve every right to be here. Mair gave me that right.
Or did you swindle it out of her with your sly, fey ways, as her nephews maintain? Did you spy a crafty chance to cadge your way indoors from the cold? Apparently you accosted her in a supermarket queue last year, her family said. You were down on your luck. And you took advantage, seeing that her mind was wandering. You saw the main chance and turned her against us. You’ll hear from our lawyer.
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