The Watch

The Watch

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Concluída dom, mai 1, 201616m

fantasy fiction philosophical reflections science

You can learn a lot from gazing out to sea. But, for the Men of the Watch, it's not so much a pass time as an article of faith. This story was written a long, long time ago and, like the other short stories I've posted here, is a little over-written. As with the others, I've resisted the temptation to edit it and I've posted it here in all its original, if rather immature glory. In those days I often used to look for inspiration by scanning the titles of books listed at the back of the paperbacks on my bookshelf. One of the titles I stumbled across that way, was "Watchmen". I hadn't read it at that time, and I didn't even know it was a graphic novel. The title, though, was the jumping off point for this story. (N.B. I've since read "Watchmen" many times, and - in case the source of inspiration has got anyone excited - I should probably add that my little story bears no resemblance to Alan Moore's great opus!)

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