You won't find me on any map either. I, too, have been buried, not by Tarmac and sand, but by time and indifference.

I would be staring past the characters at the painted background. Faraway hills and tall summer trees against a wide horizon. What was there?

Taking in my garden, the wild space surrounding it, full of Spanish grasses and the song of a meadowlark echoing over it, I realized, not for the first time, that I had been very fortunate in the place I lived as a child, some forty years before.

Konrad picked up his lance. When the judge gave the signal, he aimed his weapon at his adversary and opened the valve that allowed the steam to flow into the piston. His armored motorcycle shot out across the tiltyard seeking to ram Baron von Kobell

"I can't make it sound more enticing than that," the doctor sighed from behind his desk, dispirited, but Lubanzi was hooked on the idea. A caring robot sounded cool, and it would help him live in his apartment in Claremont again.

A terrible tragedy had overtaken two friends of mine, diving buddies of three years standing, but I was alive.