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by Michael Stone
Hodges threaded the other foot into the skin and eased it up over Heatherstone’s shins. It was a tight fit. Hodges was surprised at his master’s tolerance. He bore the scratches from the rough seams, bones and shells without complaint. This man threw a tantrum if his bath water was one degree above his preferred temperature, or the butler arrived a minute late with his pudding. No one had ever accused Lord Heatherstone of bearing discomfort stoically. When the skin reached halfway up his thighs, Heatherstone stood and tugged it over his privates. He sat down again gingerly to allow Hodges to thread his arms through and fasten the skin at the back with laces of black sinew. Hodges began to tighten the straps at the ankles, working quickly in the dim light. Lord Heatherstone plucked indelicately at the crotch. “Is my lord all right?” asked Rider.
“Not really. Why should I be defending myself against something that could be repelled by the, er . . .”
“The Ayat al-Kursi? The Phylacteries?”
About the Author
Michael Stone is an English author. He still lives in the area with his wife and daughter. He has sold stories to online and print magazines such as Continuum SF, Kopfhalter! and Fusing Horizons, as well as appearing in the anthologies Cold Glass Pain, Teddy Bear Cannibal Massacre and Robots and Time. Forthcoming are stories in Twisted Cat Tales, Dred, Space Squid and Electric Spec.
About the Narrator
Paul S. Jenkins recently retired from architectural practice, and in theory should now have plenty of time to write the sequel to The Plitone Revisionist (audio available for free at Scribl). Currently, however, he’s concentrating on photography with his new YouTube channel Coarse Camerawork.