This is speculative fiction following the second life of a man in a parallel dimension after having been murdered on Earth. He finds himself on an earth-like planet being pursued as a terrorist
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The story of Rodwell Richards’ death and “rebirth” into a parallel dimension, opened my mind to questions about humanity’s place in the multiverse of space. This story’s author has faithfully recorded for me many of the vivid memories I “inherited”, along with Rodwell’s donated heart. My eyes have long failed me, but Rodwell’s story never dims. As my time here draws to a close, I feel that I owe it to this world to leave a record of Rodwell’s adventure for all to read. One won’t get a glimpse of Heaven, nor thankfully Hell, though one might gain some hope of a long road yet to be travelled when faithful hearts stop beating. Of course humans are just humans, even with the gift of “rebirth”: imperfect souls one and all.
We see into a world as corrupted and divided as our own, as we share Rodwell’s struggle to overcome terrorists, and police who have him labelled with murder. The struggles of a migrant across space and time, have a resonance with the fears of any new citizen immersed in an unfamiliar culture.
Enjoy this story as a fairy-tale, speculative fiction, or whatever you choose. As is yours, my mind is my only truth.
Arthur Fieldman, Carlton Heath, Nethertown, Lincolnshire.
(The Assassin) keeps going, and slides in through the door, conveniently ajar, into the target's bedroom. The handgun's silencer is pressed close in to the right side of the male head. Thup! The mark is dead, with just one quick spasm that fails to make the woman do more than shuffle in her sleep. It is lucky for her that her dispatch is not necessary. Now the assassin has already departed. He is almost at the patio door before the oozing blood starts to seep into the sheets. Even if Veronica Richards should now wake to notice her husband is as quiet as death, and is not too stunned to instantly raise the alarm, it is too late to hinder the assassin.
It is far too late for Rodwell Richards.