Anodyne
Monday, November 06, 2006
 
An old flame arrives bearing several boxes of general stock and this rarity, which I fortunately had the good sense not to sign or inscribe. "J.G. Ballard meets On The Beach," but not nearly as terrible as many others of that decade.

Climbers (Horizons SF, Spring 1991)

"He found an apartment block just north of the highway that overlooked a tidal slough and the abandoned lumber yards. Because the building was concrete he could get out of the car, have a look around. The electricity still worked: it was running off a portable generator. He broke into one of the apartments, drew the curtains to stop the sun from glaring into the living room. Searching the place, he found a faded photograph of the apartment's former owner, a stout, motherly woman with grey hair and a little dog. How would its mistress have reacted when they told her she couldn't take it along? That night he dreamed of both of them, walking together along a long grey beach in the contaminated rain."
- posted by cjb @ 1:01 PM


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