FF: Hearsay, by Scott J. Welles

DISCLAIMER ADDENDUM:

     I was all set to post this story when the events of Tuesday, Sept. 11th
took place.  That, understandably, overshadowed everything else on Earth,
and I didn't feel like posting it much afterwards.

     That being said, I'm going to post it now, for the same reasons that
Madonna went ahead with her concerts, or performances of "the Producers"
continued on Broadway; it's necessary to go on with life, even on the level
of mild entertainment.  The story's got nothing to do with what's happened,
but having posted a story in direct reaction to the disaster, I'm posting
this one in counterreaction, if you will.

     (ADDITION:  Since writing this, I've been pleased to discover that
other people are also continuing to post stories.  I'm glad to see that, and
to join in.)

     (The working title, incidentally, was "Hatred," but I'd rather not use
such a title right now.  My second choice, "Helpless," also seems to have
the wrong connotations at this time, so I'm settling for my third choice.)

     If you feel it's too soon, and prefer not to read it, that's okay.  I
understand completely.  Just want to give you the option, either way.  But
here it is anyway, in following posts.  Hope you like it.

     Peace and safety to you all.

     -- Scotty.