2012 Flash Fiction shortlist
It has been an extraordinary year for science, with news of the Higgs boson,louis vuitton purses, the arrival of the Curiosity rover on Mars and recent changes to our understanding of our own origins,football jerseys, to name just a few major developments. In the pages of New Scientist we have explored these and many other fascinating stories from the inner workings of memory to the very nature of reality.
From such a bumper crop of fascinating science,coach purses, we asked our readers to explore further in the realm of fiction. And there was no shortage of inspired imaginings: nearly 130 readers submitted works to this year science inspired flash fiction competition.
Each day this week we will run one of the shortlisted stories,tory burch, and you can look for the winning piece in our end of year issue on news stands 22 December. Below is the first of the five.
By Tamara Rogers
I watch them walking in the street [pan right],nike air, arms around each other his hand slipped into the waistband of her jeans. Subtle squeeze. In closer,nike air, alcohol glazes their eyes, shared spittle glistens their lips from previous happy engagement.
I flex my hands through the city infrastructure, knuckles cracking through intersects and power stops, ease into her living room.
She steps through the threshold first, him behind. Giggling, swaying. Soft light sneaks through the house. Web cam [digital zoom,converse, pixel enhancement] focuses pert breasts.
The other side of town [fibre optic cable path under their town hall],joe's new balance outlet, larger breasts jiggle on the dance floor. Speed fuels the dancers onwards, circling through the night round Gucci bags. Bearded men line the walls,true religion clearance, eyeing their prey,tom shoes, rating their chances. Sober bartenders smile dryly, accepting notes and change, waiting for the long night to come to its inevitably messy end.
Outside a grainy image outlines a man recently de blanketed, arms covering his head as young boots tenderise his stomach. A light flicks on above them; mother comes to the window,air max, baby cries. She shouts at the group below before slamming the shutters closed.
Late night city traders click signals into the network,cheap true religion jeans, create a shoal of emails; one "Kind regards", two "Apologies for the delay" followed by a "Formal written warning". The man at the end of the email queue stands on the edge of the high rise block, looking down past his shoes to cars lining the street [switch to record mode,louisvuitton.com, push feed to news net]. He looks up,ray ban, wind tugging his jacket steps into nothing.
In the street a policeman looks away,nike uk, winces at the wet crack on the pavement. He nods to his partner who radios for the ambulance crew [static crackles along spine]. They stand together, blue lights strobing their faces. Burning coffee, 65p from the cafe's vending machine, waits for them on their jam sandwich dashboard.

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