I remember waking up that morning with visions of a perfect world still dancing in my head. As I opened my eyes, the angelic whispers of hope faded away, leaving me with a nasty foam rubber taste of reality in my mouth. The bed lunged as I tried to sit up. I grasped and I clawed, trying to reach the edge. Finally, I threw my legs over the side and fell back in exhaustion.
This new Oris Bracken eStory posted especially for Worldcon - Eurocon in Glasgow is available through the September 5th North American SF Con in Seattle.
