2006-06-06 0855 Writing: New story at The Grey Scribe: Meat Streets
- Pepsi still trickled through Todd’s nostrils as he gazed at me, his eyes wide. All trace of humour was gone.
- “My god, you’re serious. You really are serious. Shit!”
- I looked back and turned, the holoboard fading as I lifted my hands from the tabletop.
- “Todd, I don’t see what the problem is. It’s just a date, that’s all.”