The memories are a two-track jumble. He remembers chocolate ice cream, the scent of synthetic lemon air freshener. Then there’s recorded birdsong, the crunch of autumn leaves beneath his feet. There are the other things he’s doesn’t want to think about, lurking in the back of his skull. He tries to distract himself by thinking…Continue Reading “The Counterfeit Man”
Author: James Maddox
James Maddox is a student and wannabe author. He's currently studying English at Manchester Metropolitan University and has had a few other SF stories published here and there.