A damp purple sky died slowly into night. Rain fell over the space port rail junction. The wet rails shone like knives in the white artificial light.   The leech-trains rolled in, bleeding passengers onto the platforms, sucking up those who...

I never did it. Not the way they say. Not with malice, not with rage I only ever loved too much.The moon was full when I found it, not lost, no, just misplaced by fate. Smiled like a memory...