Raymond S Flex > Quotes

“LEAVES BLEW into Jon’s face. He held up his arm to shield himself then clutched his briefcase tighter and paced on. The hotel loomed ahead. Bags tugged at his lower eyelids. His mind was frayed and torn. Ten years he had been at this job, constantly on the move. If he had his way, this would be his last assignment. The problem was that his superiors would be the ones to decide. He sighed and pushed his way through a revolving door.”
― Raymond S Flex, Collected Science Fiction Short Stories: Volume One: A Science Fiction Short Story Collection