New Fiction, By Amanda Meredith
You probably consider me a bit eccentric, I imagine. Many
people do. Now, don't contradict me, young man; I know that I'm
considered a bit off by society. "That guy is nuts," they
say, "He's really lost his marbles, got a few screws loose, over the
But I have a good reason for it all. If any one else has reason to fear
for their life, I am one of them. I have every reason to be afraid.
No, not afraid in the sense you think there now, I'm not exactly
cowering, am I? Certainly not why, I think I've faced it all
braver than some. Do I look afraid to you?
admit that my decorating scheme doesn't exactly work never have
been good at such things. But even a fool would notice the measures
I've taken to protect myself. Bars, such ugly things! Here, look how
strong they are look! Try to pry it, bend it, its damn strong
stuff! There's no doubting, this steel is top quality (though it is
expensive!), and will keep out . . . unwanted visitors. Nope, no
one's coming in unless I want them to!
extreme measures to ensure my security too. You might not notice it,
unless you have a good eye for this type of thing, but I have cameras in
places of my house. Yep hidden in places, watching everyone that
comes down the hallways. Metal detectors that show what you have when
you come in of course they're useful, that way it shows exactly
what each person has with them, so that they can't carry a concealed
weapon or something when they come in. Pretty nifty, eh?
Cost like hell though.
you've noticed the devoted bodyguards I have all over the place;
mean, brutal, savage actually. Quite capable of doing
anything necessary. To protect me.
Smith stepped out
of the door shaking his head. He felt a mixture of disgust, confusion,
The guard gave him a sympathetic smile. "How's he doing, Doc?
paused, and picked up his briefcase. "He hasn't improved at all. Such
a pity. He still thinks that Sullivan Hudd is out to get him
but he killed Hudd thirty years ago! Paranoia, delusions . . . a bad
guard nodded, punching in the code for the gate. "Yeah, that's how
these things are. Be back next month?"
and walked out of the barbed wire gates.
guard took a bite of his donut and waved good-bye to Doctor Smith.