Last game of the day

A short story!

This spec fic story of mine appears in the sci-fi and fantasy magazine: Allegory. First few paragraphs here then click the link to read the rest of the story ... Hope you enjoy :)

The last game of the day

The problem wasn’t so much in the game. The problem was in the aftermath of the game. We were always spent and wanted to knock off. But the Playground was usually a mess.

‘Day’s not over yet, people. Clean up duty. Now.’

He was blonde, lean and dressed as a security guard. None of us could tell at that moment who was Halo and who was Human. It was hard enough any time, but straight after a long game, judgement was particularly impaired. Blondie was holding a gun so we gave him the benefit of the doubt.

‘Sunday tomorrow. Family day. This place has got to be spotless for the little kiddies.’

I tried doing a head count, wanting to know how many we’d lost today. But there was a bunch of us and my eyes kept jumping. It was late, already dark and we were all exhausted.

I’d noticed two new Gamers but only picked up one new name. She called herself Didi. 

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