Coming Attraction

By Fritz Leiber

Wysten Turner is a Brit visiting America after it's great war with Russia. He meets a woman with a tale of woe in the streets of New York. Her boyfriend is a professional wrestler who beats her. She begs Turner to help her escape him, but is the situation as straight forward as it seems? Nominated for a Retro Hugo Award.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Wilder Publications, Inc.
• Release date: Feb 12, 2016
• ISBN: 9781515403715

Fritz Leiber

Fritz Leiber (1910–1992) was the highly acclaimed author of numerous science fiction stories and novels, many of which were made into films. He is best known as creator of the classic Lankhmar fantasy series. Leiber has won many awards, including the coveted Hugo and Nebula, and was honored as a lifetime Grand Master by the Science Fiction Writers of America.

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Coming Attraction

by Fritz Leiber

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The coupe with the fishhooks welded to the fender shouldered up over the curb like the nose of a nightmare. The girl in its path stood frozen, her face probably stiff with fright under her mask. For once my reflexes weren’t shy. I took a fast step toward her, grabbed her elbow, yanked her back. Her black skirt swirled out.

The big coupe shot by, its turbine humming. I glimpsed three faces. Something ripped. I felt the hot exhaust on my ankles as the big coupe swerved back into the street. A thick cloud like a black flower blossomed from its jouncing rear end, while from the fishhooks flew a black shimmering rag.

Did they get you? I asked the girl.

She had twisted around to look where the side of her skirt was torn away. She was wearing nylon tights.

The hooks didn’t touch me, she said shakily. I guess I’m lucky.

I heard voices around us:

Those kids! What’ll they think up next?

They’re a menace. They ought to be arrested.

Sirens screamed at a rising pitch as two motor-police, their rocket-assist jets full on, came whizzing toward us after the coupe.