FIRST DATE • by Ken McGrath

“There’s no need for you to be nervous, honest.” Tony leaned across the table and touched her arm gently.

“You’re too kind,” she said. Her voice was dry. She coughed self-consciously, raising a hand to her mouth, and simultaneously sniffed a bandage, worried her perfume no longer covered the whiff of decay.

“You know, when Clara suggested I go on a blind date with her mummy friend I expected someone…” he swirled the wine in his glass, almost as if doing so would wash up the correct word, “well, with children.”

She laughed and finally relaxed a little. “So Tony, what is it that you do?”

There was a twinkle in Tony’s eye when he said, “I’m an archaeologist.”

Ken McGrath lives in Dublin, Ireland but you can find him online @fromthebigface. His fiction has been published in Daily Science Fiction, Speck Lit, Word Legs, Antipodean SF and 365 Tomorrows among others.

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