MONSTER OF THE ASTEROID
They might gamble, but win or lose the take was death for these two new slaves of the Master of that pitted Devil’s Isle of outer space.
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THE AMAZING THING BEGAN that summer evening of 1965 while I was sitting with Dora Franklin on the third ramp at the crossroads, listening to the outdoor public-music. We were on the fringe of the crowd in a secluded little place where there was a small bench under the overhanging branches of a tree. It was a romantic scene with the audience seated in crescent rows under the strings of colored tubelights. My arm went around Dora, with her head against my shoulder as we listened to the soft exotic music.
Around us, countless other couples were also listening in silence.
A pair of young lovers. I realize now that
