New Writings In SF 26 - [Anthology] - Plot & Excerpts
Garnett That old Monday morning feeling is a familiar horror in the context of the working rhythms of our society. But for Spearman this notorious Monday morning feeling in his way of life came to have a peculiar horror. * * * * Tiredly Spearman stretched out his arm, found the cut-off button and silenced the alarm. After a while he sat up and pushed the covers back. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he put on his slippers and stood up. It was Monday. Into the bathroom. Monday came around far too often. It always seemed to be Monday. How many were there in a week? More than one, surely. While shaving he managed to cut himself twice. He did that every time he used a new blade. It had not happened very long ago, either. When had he last started on a new blade? A fortnight ago, he guessed. The cuts stung as he dabbed on the after-shave. He tried to stop the blood with bits of tissue paper. Must remember to take them off before going out.
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