Schrodinger's Kids and Other Short Stories

By Natalia Corres

Time travel, disappearing kids, a strange tv pilot and the enigma of the single shoe in the street are just some of the subjects explored in this collection of short stories. Expect humor, horror, and strange twists along the way as you read through these windows into the mind of one writer.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Natalia Corres
• Release date: Nov 19, 2019

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Foreword

Onward and upward and here is my foreword… I write, sometimes because a story won’t leave me alone unless it gets written (or told) to someone else…and sometimes because it is the ultimate escapism for me. When the world just seems totally out of control and makes no sense, I go and write one that has rules that I can understand and can cope with. Are my worlds trouble-free? Not at all. They wouldn’t be interesting to play with if they were utopias.

And so I offer you some short tales as respite from the larger world in which we live. Enjoy! And if you like them, please leave a review on Amazon or Goodreads.

All Over Again

There it was, again.   That strange feeling of déjà vu.   Jeff had been having it all morning. From the minute he rolled out of his bed right up through grabbing a cup of the awful burnt office coffee and heading to his desk – it was wave upon wave of that unshakable feeling of reliving the moment.

Your 10 am interview is here the office manager Christy chirped through the door she had cracked open. 

Your 10 am interview is here Christy announced through the door she had only opened a fraction.

You 10 am interview is here Christy shouted through the door.

Jeff winced and got up. Out in the lobby, after several more waves of déjà vu – he finally was able to shake the hand of the woman who waited for her interview. She raised a single eyebrow at his hand, and shook it, noting the cold and clammy skin of his hand, as he noted her warm and firm grip.

Jeff held his breath for a moment before conducting her to his office for the interview.

Again, he waded through the awful feeling of an unwanted do-over and finally arriving, he showed her in and offered her a seat.

As he gathered the pages of her resume, in what felt like a never ending effort, he noticed her eyes for the first time. They seemed like dark orbs, the deep black of space. He felt like he might fall into those eyes, which stared unblinking at him as he was fumbling with paper.

When can you start? he heard himself asking her, as though the entire interview had already taken place.

I already have she answered And it is time for you to move on.

And then he remembered, waking that fateful morning, rushing to get to the office,