Depot run

Avatar Author: Akheloios Hi, I'm Paul. Winner of the 2009 All England Pro-Am Hikikomori Championship via Unanimous Disqualification for not getting out of bed and turning up. Currently studying for a Degree in Classics with a bit of Archaeolog... Read Bio

I listened to the man in front of me on the bus. I guess he must choose to drink a lot of music jobs as he apparently owned his own guitar. His fingers running over the strings with the easy confidence that came from the distilled knowledge of the donors chosen for the fast Spanish style he was playing.

Clear blue began to appear outside the window, the winter sun chasing the last of the thin clouds from the sky. My fingers were cold against my skin as I absent-mindedly ran them through my hair and across the short baby scar behind my left ear. A patch of skin that had never had any hair, right over the spot where the interface had been installed just after I’d been born. It had to be just after birth, something about brain plasticity or something. I shivered, pulling at the velcro patches on the back of my fingerless gloves and pulled the pockets over, turning them into snug mittens.

The music slowed and stopped along with the bus as we pulled up in front of the depot. Time to pick up the tools for today.

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  1. Avatar Slightnmighty

    I read the sequel to this first, and I love the concept. I enjoy that you don’t just state it outright but draw us to that conclusion with the baby scar imagery.

    As a female, I’ve always thought having hair that grew long overnight would be rad because I could cut it to look however hell I wanted the next day. ;)

  2. Avatar Akheloios

    Oops, supposed to be a sequel to an earlier story of mine. Will repost it in the right place and hope nobody notices >.<

    Damnnation :’(