The sidewalk was as soft as a good bed. Malone lay curled on it, thinking about nothing at all. He was drifting off into a wonderful dream, and he didn't want to interrupt it. There was this girl, a beautiful girl, more wonderful than anything he had ever imagined, with big blue eyes and long blonde hair and a figure that made the average pin-up girl look like a man. And she had her soft white hand on his arm, and she was looking, up at him with trust and devotion and even adoration in her eyes, and her voice was the softest possible whisper of innocence and promise.
Lost Sci-Fi Books 391 thru 400 - Nine Lost Vintage Sci-Fi Short Stories from the 1920s, 30s, 40s, 50s and 60s and one from 1897 : When Ice Comes, Time Stops, and the Asteroids Fight Back












