Fifth Season contains two short stories about seasons, childhood and the end of the world. Over 11,000 words total.
Duncan was nine years old on 5/5. That was the day the extra season came, barging in between Autumn and Winter. For him, it was the most exciting thing ever!
All the rest of the world wanted to know was: when will it end? And how much of the world will end with it?
Steve’s summer is the best! He’s going to remember it forever.
But can his childhood memories survive being ruthlessly inspected by his own future selves?
“This is a short book comprised of two (longish) short stories and a few ‘Drabbles’ – one hundred word super-shorts. Fifth Season is the first of these longer stories and is set a little way into the future. It begins with a near-global panic and we follow it through the eyes and the understanding of a 9 year old boy – one with a particular interest and intelligence. Nineteen Seventy-Steve is set in the past. Mostly! Those of us who remember the 1970s will find a sudden smile twitching our faces as we recall television programmes, adverts and the like. The drabbles are especially intriguing. It’s quite a feat getting a ‘story’ into 100 words.”
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“Two wonderful skilfully told stories told from the perspective of a young boy. I enjoyed them so much that I had to implore my husband to read them too. I’ve now read several stories by David Wailing and none of them disappoint.”
“I like both these short stories very much, though the title story is the better of the two in my opinion, and this is the one I shall focus my comments on. I like it not only because it’s well written, but because it’s clever and plausible. The scenario itself would make a good full length novel, but the short story is best told through the eyes of a boy not only for his perspective but because the reader can guess at things Duncan doesn’t grasp, and mentally fill in the details.”
“The second story is Nineteen Seventy Steve, set in the long hot summer of, yes, 1970something and is about a young boy called Steve. It is a story that will have you “oohing” and “aahing” with nostalgic memories of funny feet lollipops, Evel Knievel, and recording the Sunday night chart run down on your tape cassette player. You could almost be forgiven for thinking that the author is experimenting with a new genre, but then suddenly everything tilts in a wackier than an episode of Wacky Races way and you find yourself in the Twilight Zone. I have to say, I think this is my favourite of all his short stories and have read it twice already!”