Ron Stubberfield

Joined June 2022

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Keep the Canaries Caged
Mark returned to his apartment after another frustrating day at work. As well, he was cold. His favourite leather jacket of ten years or more had finally worn out. He had thrown it in a skip bin the previous evening after one of the arms had come away.
By Ron Stubberfield3 years ago in Fiction
Last Gasp
“What are we doing out here, Greg?” asked Yoshi warily. Greg was clearly distressed and a little angry at Yoshi’s deliberate obtuseness, “You know exactly why we're here, Yoshi,” he grumbled through his thick black beard.
By Ron Stubberfield3 years ago in Fiction
Blended
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Staring at their faces, I would from this day forward, fill in the blank looks myself. Mark, and the beautiful Senela, their eyes bulging, mouths frozen in that horrible rictus. How long before I joined them? These gauges always erred on the conservative side. An hour and a half? Maybe two? Fifteen minutes ago the three of us had been having lunch, laughing at a joke I had made. Even Mark, who didn't laugh much at all these days. Think I know why now. Relief. Senela as well, giving me that coquettish smile I would never see again. That smile that was supposed to become mine, ours. A smile the universe would never see again.
By Ron Stubberfield3 years ago in Futurism