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Jack Sanger - Author

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Replica Boy

Jack Sanger - Author

Submitted to Contest #273

Replica Boy When my parents died, one shortly after the other, in the early 1990s, I was fifty three years old and pretty content with my life up to then. They’d retired after selling their string of pharmacies so, as sole beneficiary to their wealth, I doubled the already sizable fortune I had accrued from my writing. After the second funeral I had the family accountant sort out the house and effects as I'd been too busy with the deadline for a film script to take time off. He was to collect and file all the documentation he might find, f...

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The Red Scarf

Jack Sanger - Author

Submitted to Contest #272

The Red Scarf I was moping miserably between breath and death in Purgatory. An underlying boredom is part of the punishment for one’s forced time there. No wonder then, when the silver elevator temporarily connects this halfway house back to the Land of the Living, there is a mad rush of applications from its stopover inhabitants. Hope is eternal, even in Purgatory. Many who are stuck here also suffer extremes of anger and resentment because of the manner of their untimely leaving of life.  There is only a lottery winner’s chance...

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Split Infinity

Jack Sanger - Author

Submitted to Contest #271

Split Infinity His mind was daydreaming about it as he drove his car towards the Lakes. It was a sort of poetic indulgence, applying the quantum world to the human.  The beauty of entanglement is that no matter where one person is, he or she is automatically connected with his or her soulmate, even if they are light years apart and are destined never to meet. And as one performs an act, then at the same moment the other does the same. They are interlocked for eternity, He reached the pub grounds in the Pennine village just as the even...

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The Astrolabe

Jack Sanger - Author

Submitted to Contest #269

The Astrolabe It was the worst flood the village had experienced since records began. The stream normally ran through it like a silver artery, festooned with drooping pale green willows it had pools for sticklebacks and voles to congregate, peppered with the flashing electric blue dunking of kingfishers. This joyful arena of ever-changing fantasy was just like the one of his boyhood.  He had fallen in love with it when house hunting for a pied-a-terre.  And now it had turned into a fifty mètre wide anaconda of brown twisting torm...

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The Game

Jack Sanger - Author

Submitted to Contest #256

The Game One of the adages of Galactic history is that a  founding feature of any civilisation is games playing. It has been essential to the evolution of every society in the Galaxy and will continue to be so until the last gasp of Galactic life. It was no surprise then that the once-in-a-generation event, The Game, dominated  the Galactic sporting and social calendar, creating endless debate and fuelling intense rivalries. The arena for this great galactic tournament was midway down one of the two spiral arms, the densely inhabit...

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Paradise Lost

Jack Sanger - Author

Submitted to Contest #248

Paradise Lost  In these days of tribulation, when to throw oneself upon the vagaries of the ocean, beyond the fall of civilisation and the reach of marauding guns and gangs, offers a greater chance of survival than to be anchored on land, I recount the following tale.  I am no hero, no old sea dog embellishing some insignificant adventure with lurid detail to accord status upon myself. The description of events contained herein is as factual as I can muster, despite their decidedly inexplicable subject matter.  It is a plain s...

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