Congruent Spaces Magazine, Issue 4

By Congruent Spaces

Issue #4: light and shadow

Featured Story:

Sector Seven: Grid Two-Alpha (Science Fiction) by Damian Delao

Also, emerging voices from the genres of:

Fantasy Fiction
Literary / Mainstream Fiction
Science Fiction
and Poetry

• Language: English
• Publisher: Michael Camarata
• Release date: Apr 28, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476332222

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Congruent Spaces Magazine

Issue #4: light and shadow

Edited by Michael Camarata

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Contents

Cover

Title Page

Editor’s Note

Featured Story:

Sector Seven: Grid Two-Alpha

by Damian Delao

More Fiction and Poetry:

Encroachment

by A.g. Synclair

Unrest in a Quantum Vacuum

by Brandon Norsworthy

The Graveyard Prom

by Gerard Taylor Wallace

What I Thought I Knew

by Jack Coey

The Legend of Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary

by Albert J. Portune

A Perfect Lobotomy

by Vin Van Zant

Contributors

Editor’s Note

Although I love publishing new authors with new voices and perspectives within the magazine, there is a certain satisfaction that I receive from publishing more work by an author that I have published before. It means that they have found my publication worth submitting to again, which means that I must be doing something right. This Issue author Damian Delao returns with our featured story Sector Seven: Grid Two-Alpha. Also returning this issue is poet A.g. Synclair with the poem Encroachment and Jack Coey with the story What I Thought I Knew. Congratulations to them, along with all our new authors appearing in this issue. I am glad to have you aboard.

--Michael Camarata, Editor

Sector Seven: Grid Two-Alpha

by Damian Delao

Walking into the tavern from the damp night was like walking into a nightmare. Outside it had been cool and refreshing as the night’s faint breeze kissed the side of Beatrice’s cheek. She would have skipped the tavern altogether if it hadn’t been the only one in the dust covered city – if it could even be called a city.

As Beatrice stepped through the threshold of the building, the smell of musk and booze slapped her in the face as a discomforting nausea bubbled in her empty stomach. What kind of food would an establishment like this serve? She didn’t care to think about it anymore than she had to. She had to eat and besides, she’d eaten worse things in the past. All around her tables sat empty and cluttered with old mugs and plates. The owner of the tavern hadn’t even bothered to clear them to welcome new customers and that certainly couldn’t bode well for her meal.

Beatrice stood out against the backdrop of the room as if she were the only star in a