Gasto

I’m calling myself A.J. Moon and this project of mine Gasto. The best fiction confronts political models of humanity with counterfacts, and the potential contemporary readership is not to be underestimated. Gasto is an attempt to establish an online presence, to get my short stories out to the people who might like them, to open channels of dialogue with my readers and other contemporary writers.

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Slice

The best haircut I ever got was from a guy called Slice. He worked at one of those barbershops with the red and white pole outside, all faded metal, piles of hair on lino, mirrors with postcards from Thailand in the corners, faded photos of temple ruins and bald-headed monks in orange robes. Slice was … » Read “Slice”

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Architecture

It’d been two months since Jimmy’s last hook-up. He’d met her on the dance floor at the Curtin Hotel and they’d gone home together to share a little skin. His friend Sarah had warned him not to get attached, but he had. Then she’d given him some real bad advice. “If you’re gonna chase this … » Read “Architecture”

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What I’ve been doing

It happened on a tram. It was a rainy, windy night, bitterly cold, spits of weather against the windows. Total darkness. I was sitting alone up one end of the tram. At the other end sat two mothers with their pale daughters sitting walleyed, saying nothing, watching them yap at each other through their front … » Read “What I’ve been doing”

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Conditions for Life

The coins you handle touch and part in your searching fingers. One more bottle of wine. You look up at your friend the Scientist and a couple of coins ease their way out of the wallet and into space, falling, hitting the floorboards with a clatter. His work is in exoplanets and the conditions for … » Read “Conditions for Life”

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Bats

When he disappeared from the party, damned fool, they had no idea where he’d gone. Actually he was on the roof watching the bats fly over toward Royal Park. There are so many bats, every night, you can watch them for hours, in reverent silence. You can hear the leather beating of their wings, slowly … » Read “Bats”

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