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Hither & Yon


A rare genre in Daily Science Fiction, but sometimes we all just need a good scare....

by Michael W Cho
Her skin was lusciously smooth and mocha-colored, which reminded me of a very sweet coffee drink (and a very sweet barista I'd had once), and that's why I invited her to a coffee shop. But I didn't come right out and proposition her--there's a process, a sequence, a dance. First, I made eye contact, smiled, and looked shyly away. Having previously tailored my appearance to register as an attractive male of the dominant group, if I'd appraised her correctly, I had a good chance of a positive reaction. She'd been sitting at the end of the bench at the bus stop. The next time I looked at her, I caught her looking at me. This time, I got a smile in return, and held her gaze a few moments.
Published on Oct 18, 2019
by Philip Gerwer
"Hey there, hope you don't mind if I take this seat. Thanks." A woman you've never met pulls out the chair opposite you and sits down like she's going to talk to an old friend. "Fancy restaurant, huh? Good for you. Oh, don't worry 'bout the dress, I know it's a little torn up but I didn't have time to change. Name's Shirley." The woman extends her hand. Her eyes are mystery and grin mischief. Her brown hair traces her collarbone and sashays above her breasts as she reclines back into the chair. "Listen, I gotta be honest with you, I didn't sit down here 'cause I like the way you look. Well, not just because of that. I wanted to let you know something."
Published on Oct 21, 2020