Divide and Conquer Volume One

By Foil and Phaser

In early 2013, the Sword & Laser book club and podcast announced that they were taking submissions for a short story anthology. On the group’s Goodreads forums, a discussion began about what could be done with all the entries which wouldn't make the cut. A community blog, where authors could submit their writing and have it read and critiqued by their peers, was suggested by me as a solution for some those stories that didn't make the cut. The site, Foil & Phaser, is intended to be an opportunity for developing artists to hone their skills and network with other writers and readers.
This collection of short stories is the product of a workshop where a group of authors collectively tried to complete the 2013 National Novel Writing Month challenge of writing 50,000 words in the month of November. The goal was to have the group submit their stories, and then they would peer edit to critique and offer suggestions to improve their writing. As a reward for their efforts, the finished stories were gathered into this volume to be published online.
While ultimately we didn't meet our goal of completing NaNoWriMo, we managed to get over 38,000 words down which is an accomplishment in itself. Foil & Phaser will continue to offer online writers workshops for beginning to intermediate skilled authors, so look for more of these volumes in the future.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Foil and Phaser
• Release date: Jan 21, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311214522

Foil and Phaser

In early 2013, the Sword & Laser book club and podcast announced that they were taking submissions for a short story anthology. On the group’s Goodreads forums, a discussion began about what could be done with all the entries which wouldn't make the cut. This community blog, where authors could submit their writing and have it read and critiqued by their peers, was suggested as a solution for at least some those stories. The site is intended to be an opportunity for developing artists to hone their skills and network with other writers and readers. The primary focus is on the genres of science fiction and fantasy and their various subcategories.

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Divide and Conquer Volume One

Sean Sandulak, Editor

A Shift in the World – Copyright 2014 Heather Baver

The Survivor – Copyright 2014 Jacob Lawrence

The Pet Salesman – Copyright 2014 Cory Martinson

Crossed – Copyright 2014 Denise Winters

Prophecy? No Thank You – Copyright 2014 Sean Sandulak

The Heaven Gate – Copyright 2014 Jon Jefferson

AD EYES – Copyright 2014 Gord McLeod

A New World – Copyright 2014 Lou Gagliardi

Nothing Special – Copyright 2014 Sophie Anderson

The Dragon, Nitusomin – Copyright 2014 D. Bryant

All titles used by permission

Published by Foil & Phaser at Smashwords

ISBN 9781311214522

Contents

Introduction

A Shift in the World

The Survivor

The Pet Salesman

Crossed

Prophecy? No Thank You.

The Heaven Gate

AD EYES

A New World

Nothing Special

The Dragon Nitusomin

Acknowledgments

Introduction

by Sean Sandulak

In early 2013, the Sword & Laser book club and podcast announced that they were taking submissions for a short story anthology. On the group’s Goodreads forums, a discussion began about what could be done with all the entries which wouldn’t make the cut. A community blog, where authors could submit their writing and have it read and critiqued by their peers, was suggested by me as a solution for some those stories that didn't make the cut. The site, Foil & Phaser, is intended to be an opportunity for developing artists to hone their skills and network with other writers and readers.

This collection of short stories is the product of a workshop where a group of authors collectively tried to complete the 2013 National Novel Writing Month challenge of writing 50,000 words in the month of November. The goal was to have the group submit their stories, and then they would peer edit to critique and offer suggestions to improve their writing. As a reward for their efforts, the finished stories were gathered into this volume to be published online.

While ultimately we didn’t meet our goal of completing NaNoWriMo, we managed to get over 38,000 words down which is an accomplishment in itself. Foil & Phaser will continue to offer online writers workshops for beginning to intermediate skilled authors, so look for more of these volumes in the future.

Visit us at http://foilandphaser.wordpress.com/

These stories may contain coarse language and content intended for a mature audience. Discretion is advised.

A Shift in the World

by Heather Baver

Evenings, after dinner time, were the worst. Most of the retirement community was plugged in in the lounge. An electronic bingo game was in progress in the back corner. A tall, silver-haired man presided, his wife by his side. Two rows of boisterous participants hunched over their screens, knobby fingers sweeping to mark the board each time a letter and number combination was called.

Anna paced the lounge, sneakers softly padding the carpet. Hush, hush. The tennis balls on the back of her walker whispered against the short-pile carpet. Her left leg dragged behind every few steps, making its own protest. She frowned down at it as though it were a naughty child.

Big puffy armchairs and sofa held counsel around an electronic fireplace in the center of the room. Tonight these were filled with an assortment of gray-haired men and women, their e-readers cradled tightly in their hands. Anna could see the reflections of the screens in their curved glasses. She walked on, half-tempted to go back to her own apartment. In an empty corner she stopped and reached into a deep pocket of her sweater. Her bent fingers caressed the cool object nestled within the fuzzy blue knit. Anna shook her head and pressed on for one more lap around the lounge. Then she headed down the dim corridor past the elevator.

Anna hated the noise of the silence within her dim apartment. She opened the door and inhaled slowly, looking in the darkness for the faint sounds of neighbors on the wind. Sometimes she could hear a few dampened voices through the thin walls. Some of the residents liked to chat online with children in their own apartments, rather than in the lounge. It was more private that way.

Anna exhaled with a sigh and wished for someone to call, but the only remnants of her family were a few cousins even older than she. With clicks of knobs and grasps of pull chains, she turned on every lamp in the living room. Then she proceeded to the bathroom. Down the hall of brushed navy carpet to the bedroom. Shhh. Shh, the walker whispered, as if it were trying to tell her to slow down. Anna pushed the silver frame into a soft corner by the window. She pressed her ear to the wall by the dark, carved wood of the headboard.

ZzzzzzzzZZZZZ. Pound. Pound. Clang! ZzzzzzzzZZZZZ.

Anna jumped back from the gray cream wall, her ear burning. The sound of metal biting metal ripped into her ears.

No, George. Her lips moved silently against the smooth paint. Anna pressed her hands up and down the wall, searching for a heartbeat. Her ear journeyed along, only to hear some faint buzzes deep in the insulation and Clarence’s daughter asking him about what he had eaten for dinner that night.

With shuffling steps, Anna reached out for her walker and glided into the hall. She stopped at the kitchen sink for a glass of water.

ZzzzzzzzZZZZZ. Pound. Pound. Clang! ZzzzzzzzZZZZZ.

Fainter this time, the sounds were muted by the splash and gurgle of water dancing against the stainless steel sink. Anna rested her knotted hands against the glossy countertop.

No, George.

ZzzzzzzzZZZZZ. Pound. Pound. Clang! ZzzzzzzzZZZZZ.

Why did you have to, George? Couldn’t there have been some OTHER way?

ZzzzzzzzZZZZZ. ZzzzzzzzZZZZZ. Pound. Pound. Thump.

Anna’s shaking finger punched the start button of the dishwasher. She took a deep breath and held it, the air pushing against the hearing aids tucked in her ears. She exhaled, the air curling away from her trembling lips. Only a few glasses and plates jumped under the spray of water in the dishwasher, but it was enough to blot out any other sounds.

Reaching inside her sweater pocket, she gave it a squeeze. The metal pressed cool waves against her sweating fingertips. They embraced for a few seconds. Anna slid her hand out of her pocket and reached for the buttery brass door handle. She pushed the door open into the dim hallway and followed behind her walker. The lights in the apartment cast weak beams of light into the gray night. With her good right leg, Anna pushed the door. It closed with a muffled click. She padded down the hall to the elevator.

The elevator doors slid open as Anna glided past them. She turned right to go back to the lounge. Her left leg began to drag, pleading that she stop, turn back to her apartment. She looked down at it, encased in the thin worn jeans, so tired. No, I’m not turning back now. Come on. Come ON! With a jolt, she propelled herself forward, and the silver walker plowed right into a young girl.

Oh, I’m so sorry! Anna felt the heat surrounding her face, the wrinkles burning hot trails along her cheeks. She looked into the young girl’s glittering brown eyes, the pink-red mouth open and startled.

To her horror, Anna heard a dull thud at her feet. She could almost see a smooth, rounded object spinning across the carpet and hiding in its tangled floral forest. Her fingers clutched empty air inside the blue sweater cave.

Good evening. The young girl smiled, remembering her training.

Good evening. Anna forced herself to look at the young girl’s eyes. Talk to her. Distract her with words. You can look over every inch of this abominable carpet after she’s gone. On your hands and knees, if necessary. So clumsy of me, she continued, picking up the stitch of conversation. I should have been looking where I was going."

That’s okay. Don’t worry about it. The young brown eyes bounced around the hallway.

You work in the restaurant, don’t you? I think you have waited on my table? Anna looked for the girl’s name tag, but it was hidden under a worn olive drab jacket.

Yes. I’m Kat. My nametag says Katrina, but everyone calls me Kat. The curly dark eyelashes flickered, scanning the hallway. Aha! Found it! Kat walked over to a corner of the hall and reached under a dusty fake plant. She picked up a dull metal ball. Her pink fingertips scampered over the cloudy metal. Hey, this is a—

Please. Give that back to me. Anna spoke in a hushed whisper. Keep calm. Don’t sound like a crazy old lady. She took a deep breath and continued. Thank you for finding that, Kat. Anna held out her hand, the warped fingers trembling.

Kat held the metal ball up to the flickering fluorescent light. One of her soft fingertips traced the pattern etched in black. R-1-3-5 and down to the second row: 2-4. She handed it back to Anna. Cool shifter knob.

How did you know? Anna’s white brows flickered with surprise. And keep your voice low, please. She looked up and down the dark hallway. Even though most people around here don’t hear well, she added with a smile. Anna gave the cold metal knob a squeeze, feeling it warm up in her hand. Then she tucked it deep into her pocket.

My Gramp. Kat tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear. He used to draw pictures for me and my sister when we were little. He loved to draw cars best. But my mom was always hiding the drawings away. I once heard her tell my dad that she should have burned them up, but she couldn’t do that to Gramp. So she’d put the drawings up on a high shelf at the back of the closet. My sister and I would sneak up there sometimes and look at the car pictures.

I wish I had known your grandfather. He doesn’t happen to live here by any chance?

No, he took a cross-country transport a long time ago. I think I was about nine when he left. Kat shook her glossy black ponytail. And he refuses to be ‘plugged-in.’ We do write letters back and forth, but it takes a long time.

Anna sighed. Now I really do wish I knew your grandfather. He sounds like a kindred spirit. She glanced down at the digital clock glowing on Kat’s arm. It’s getting late. Your mother will be worried.

No, sometimes I stay late and help wash dishes in the kitchen. When we’re short handed.

Well, in any case, we can’t stand around in the open talking about this anymore. Anna’s fingers gripped the silver handles of her walker. She extended one hand, her dry white fingers closed around Kat’s warm pink ones. Thank you for helping me. If you ever want to talk more, come visit me sometime. Without looking back, Anna shuffled down the hallway to her apartment. Shh. Shhh. The walker whispered on the thin carpet. Behind her, she heard the door to the outside open and then close with a sigh of cold breath.

Anna opened her own door and looked around at the glowing lights. Silence covered the walls and