“Declan’s Plan” by Alan Baxter

April 3, 2011

In a post-apocalyptic Australian outback, a man, a dog and a mysterious piece of alien technology are wandering the desert. Anyone else would destroy the tech and eat the dog, but Declan has a plan. [34min]

Declan looked around the dingy bar, bright sunlight slanting in through gaps in the weatherboard walls. Scratched and broken tables and chairs littered the filthy floor, equally broken and filthy people scattered among them. The smell of Bob’s pungent homebrew and cheap tobacco heavy on the air. ‘Sure. Place looks a million bucks.’

Bob nodded. ‘So what do you want in payment? Smokes? Petrol? I got all kinds of stuff. No dollars, mind you.’

‘Just some food and water. I got everything else I need. Something he can eat too.’ Declan flicked a thumb towards Jackson, curled up against the bar, all mangy fur and dust. Jackson looked up, face splitting into a grin, and panted.

‘You got good eatin’ right there,’ Bob said wistfully.

‘Nah. Me and him are partners. Same as me and Jane here.’ The chrome ball bobbed up and down.

Bob looked from Declan to Jackson to Jane and back to Declan. ‘You keep some fucking weird company, mate.’ He disappeared behind the bar and rummaged around. Two small bottles of water with faded labels and a tin of beans appeared on the bar. Bob looked at Declan, his eyebrow hitched again. Declan called Bob’s eyebrow and raised him a gesture of the chin. Bob made a face of annoyance, added a packet of jerky to the bar.



K. C. Ball April 3, 2011 at 11:43 AM


Grabbed me at the opening sentence and pulled me all the way through. I love post-apocalyptic stories and this one is top-notch.

Nicely done, Alan!

Freign April 5, 2011 at 12:26 AM

Back in force; best in a while. Thanks!

Alan Baxter June 19, 2011 at 6:07 PM

Thanks guys. And kudos to Philip Pickard for a great read.

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