More figurative pen to paper. If you want to be a beta-reader, please send me an email or leave me a comment and I’ll share the rest of the story.
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Old Enough
She was twenty three, and I was two hundred ninety one. We met in the ring city above Solaris, the planet where high tide covers the continents with the ocean when the moon is at proxigee. I had just rejuvenated. Before the procedures my apparent age had been seventy. “Use with caution,” they wrote in their brochures. “Side effects might persist,” they warned. “New! Improved!” they wrote, as they always claim. This time they were right. I looked like, felt like, and acted like an eighteen year old. Fit, healthy, strong, libidinous…
B.S. Donovan 