Harry Meier

Writer of sci-fi novels and short fiction, occasional amateur neuroscientist, Deputy CIO and City futurist in my spare time

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It’s been a while since I regularly posted here. I kept the site alive just in case I sold a story or three, but otherwise I’ve been content to troll around various Discord servers of great community. Interestingly, I’ve found that the recent implosion of the site formerly known as Twitter has brought a feel …

The Randonneur

Bicyclist standing next to his bike against a dark ember sky

The stars greeted him. The crisp desert air gave a clear view of the night, as planes blinked by a sliver of moonlight. Four planes blinked, flying in an orderly row. First four, then five, and six. One by one, more blinking lights joined until the whole sky flickered in a wave from east to west, the stars going out and coming back ten or more times before Gary shut his eyes tight, took a deep inhale, and opened again.

Nothing but night. No stars. No planes. Darkness.