John peeked out the passenger window as his limousine approached the tailor shop. “Stop here, Alf,” John directed his chauffeur. “Paul and I can enter through the side door and dodge those birds if we make a mad dash for it.” “As you wish,” Alf replied. He pulled up to the curb and began offering …
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Waiting to Take You Away, Take You Today!
Mid-October, 1955 Alfie Saunders reached across the small restaurant table and let his hand linger on top of Brian Epstein’s long fingers. Brian smiled at his friend briefly, then withdrew his hand and slipped it into his lap. “You needn’t do that,” Alfie whispered. “Nobody can see us.” “Yes they can,” Brian whispered back. “They …
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Your Song will Fill the Air
“I’m so tired. I haven’t slept a wink!” complained Warrant Officer John Ripley. “You’ve slept plenty in stasis,” retorted Captain Tamara Dallas. “And now it’s time to start a new mission.” “I thought we were supposed to stay in stasis until we were within spitting distance of Earth,” protested Joan Kane, Executive Officer of the …
A Séance in the Dark
Ringo lifted his right hand to rap on the door, then hesitated. He held it in front of his face for a few seconds and examined it in the warm golden light of the sunset. His favorite sapphire ring was so tight on his pinkie finger that it practically cut off his circulation. But he …
Suddenly, I’m not Half the Man I Used to Be
One morning, as Paul McCartney was waking up from an anxious dream, he discovered that he had been changed overnight into a human-sized beetle. He lay on his armor-hard back and saw, as he lifted his head a little, his black, arched abdomen divided up into ridged bow-like sections. His six legs, pitifully thin in …
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You Know, I Nearly Broke Down and…
Paul rubbed the palm of his left hand against the floor. It felt cool and slippery, like polished metal. He tried to lower his right hand to the hard surface he was lying on, but it was pinned to his chest, his fingers clutching the fabric of his fine linen shirt. Breathe, he urged himself. …
The Sign of the Fab Four
“Yes, that’s my handwriting,” Paul stated succinctly. He scrutinized the sheet of paper bearing an incomplete, hand-written lyric to Mother Nature’s Son and frowned. “But this is a very early version of the song. I changed most of these lines by the time I recorded the demo at George’s house, and some of the chords …
Carry Me Back to the Days I Knew Then
John smiled wistfully at the name inscribed on the headstone. “I had a cat called Tim when I was young,” he said. “He lives with my Aunt Mimi still.” “Aye, Tim’s a fine name for a pet,” replied Angus MacGregor. He nodded politely at John, then pointed his flashlight at another grave marker in the …
Something Inside That Was Always Denied
This piece of speculative fiction addresses the question, “What if John Lennon hadn’t gone to Spain with Brian Epstein in 1963, and stayed home with his wife and newborn son instead?” In this story, set in the spring of 1967, the Fab Four are still in Liverpool, working at remarkably un-fabulous jobs. But Paul arranges …
Meet the Beadles
A bright shaft of sunlight shone into the crowded public house through the open door, heralding the knight’s arrival. “Good day to you all, my fellow Christians!” he called out, raising both of his hands in a thumbs-up greeting. All eyes in the dimly-lit tavern turned towards the handsome nobleman as he strode purposefully across …
Creme Tangerine 