Stories & Poems by AlanSears

• Theodore

  "Do you want to see the television news?" Theodore’s wife called up to him. Theodore glanced at his watch from habit. He already knew what the time was. "Not tonight," he called back and turned again to his desk and the contemplation of theories which he could not take into the classroom with him for the benefit of his pupils. "I'll bring your coffee up in a few minutes then," "Yes, lovely." Theodore was blessed with a happy domestic life. He loved his wife, she loved him, they both loved their son and none of them had any reason to be depressed or angry. Theodore returned with interest to The Scientific American and an article on the possibilities of communication between Ear...

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• Malamud

  Malamud was a Persian.  His long black hair was sleekly brushed, his deep copper eyes gleamed brightly, he was in the peak of condition.  Elegant, disdainful, his authority was unquestioned, his privilege extended to all quarters of the house.  Nothing was too good for Malamud.  He dined on the finest foods, he did as he pleased and nothing was allowed to disturb him.  Nothing that is except Timothy. Malamud lived with Mrs Jonah Sandford at her Kensington address; an honour which during the school holidays he was forced to share with Timothy, her son.  It was generally considered odd that Mrs Sanford should have retained her husband’s name after he had passed away since his contributio...

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