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The Color Winter [MultiFormat]
eBook by Steven Popkes
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eBook Category: Science Fiction
eBook Description: Harry Linden was a fireman in Krakow, a freedom fighter against the fascists in Spain and now lives a borderline existence managing a parking garage in Boston. An interesting experiment in immigrant labor has curious results.
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Asimov's, 1988
Fictionwise Release Date: November 2005
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [209 KB], eReader (PDB) [28 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [15 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [15 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [75 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [85 KB], hiebook (KML) [95 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [45 KB], iSilo (PDB) [12 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [16 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [44 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [25 KB]
Words: 4579
Reading time: 13-18 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
The air smelled of whiskey, tobacco and rain.
He stood on the top level of the parking garage smoking one foul African cigarette after another and drinking from a bottle with a starry label. The rain had already soaked through his jacket. Rivulets ran down his back, his shoulders. It was not a warm rain, but a rain of mid-November: gusty, brittle, cold.
"I am Harry Linden," he shouted into the wind. "I am eighty years old. I am wet." He chuckled. "I will die of pneumonia, maybe." He laughed outright and drank from the bottle.
The laugh turned into a cough and for a long minute he couldn't get his breath. The cough faded and he drained the bottle and threw it to the street. The sound of shattering glass was lost in the rain.
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The office of the Stuart Street Parking Garage was placed at the corner if Stuart Street and Berkeley Street in downtown Boston. Two sides were made of glass to allow the owner--Harry--to watch the street, the cars entering and leaving, and the person in the ticket booth taking money.
He barely glanced in the booth at Jasper as he entered the office. The chair in the office creaked and he looked up. "Sasha?" he asked.
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