The stories of Bryan Young

This is a sample of this story.  The complete version is available in my collection Man Against the Future.   From there, you can order signed copies, or buy it for the Kindle or the Nook.             My wife and I often take a constitutional with our feline companion, Chester, most evenings after I arrive home from work.  This particular evening in question, I was intrigued by an invitation my wife received from our mutual friend, Miss Harriet P. Stander. Miss Stander had requested our presence this evening for a rendezvous on her front porch for beverages in order that we might behold a marvel in her possession that she assured us simply couldn't be described in words.              The sojourn to Miss Stander's house was perhaps a mile on foot and as Chester, my wife, and I walked, we had a lovely conversation abut assorted things of various natures.             My wife marveled at the weather and the sorts of flowers in bloom.  I myself pondered aloud about the status of

This is a sample of this story.  The complete version is available in my collection  Man Against the Future.   From there, you can order signed copies, or buy it for the Kindle or the Nook.             It had been a full night and most of a day since we'd been trapped in the basement of my mother's house.  There was one door leading up and out and bars over windows to small to escape from.             We had to barricade our one escape route to keep my mother and sister out.             "I don't know long we'll be able to stay here."  Leave it to my little brother to state the obvious.             "I know.  But what else can we do?"             "I don't know."             I shouldn't have come here.  He called me and asked me to come check on our mother and sister.  They'd come home from a shipping trip with a fever that put them both down in bed with a vengeance.             "They're not responsive.  I know you'r