The Darkland Crier

By Ben F. Blitzer

sfgenreEnter Louis Eldridge, a quiet, elderly man harbouring a wretched secret of guilt and remorse. A man whose own basic understanding of morality confounded even himself to question his right to live.

A once personable man relegated to a subhuman form of existence, Mr. Eldridge resigned himself to the most primitive of thoughts. He was the archetype of the downhearted man, the embodiment of everything immoral. For Mr. Eldridge, life as he knew it became a distant memory, a kaleidoscope of hazy moments in time and space. Mr. Eldridge, for want of a better word, was an abomination.

His sudden fall from grace left him all the more vulnerable to wayward conjecture of the most ludicrous type. He sought refuge from prying eyes in his bungalow, gaunt and troubled.

Burdened with his own wife’s death, Mr. Eldridge became everything he loathed, a monster with a conscious. A sick, deprived entity that which society netted, dissected, and rebuked. Like an emotional rampart flood among the thicket of horrid influences, altering its flow in his mind, body and soul, the maelstroms in which it spilled dizzied him. It left him hollow; a sense of eternal damnation to shoulder across what resembled could only be purgatory.

Louis Eldridge’s wailing, during many a night, sent his meddlesome neighbours to speculate about his feeble state of mind. Some went so far as to say Mr. Eldridge was the Devil reincarnated, a most unholy man bereft of all things decent and proper.

It’s true to say he had his fair share of sympathisers, too, for some believed Audrey Eldridge had suffered far too much for far too long. “Therein,” someone had said after her wake, “lies the argumentative standpoint of whether her death was actually a blessing in disguise and not some kind of excuse for a witch-hunt.”

Mrs. Eldridge had mostly lived a remarkably uneventful life. A devoted wife and homemaker, she was a creature of comfort. Her dependence upon Mr. Eldridge for her livelihood never wavered, nor petered out. He was the provider, the breadwinner, the rock around which she had tethered her love and self.

Their affection for one another was everlasting, the kind depicted in fairy tales and ancient scripture. So head-over-heels in love were they that neither could endure being apart for much longer than a day, hours at best.

Besotted since courtship, they partook in the holiest of matrimonies: marriage, and then renewed their vows every year subsequently.

Where some marriages fell into disrepair and condemned for the ages like a dilapidated house, Mr. and Mrs. Eldridge’s grew from strength to strength; the envy of the desperate, the lovelorn and the overlooked loner.

The secret to their longevity stemmed from mutual understanding and respect for each other. A longing to share in something greater than themselves — a united cause, they lived solely for one another. One heart, one soul. The two essences, more or less, intertwined with each other; a tapestry of celestial cloth upon which their love sparkled and shone through, woven together by a deity whose creativity surpassed even the greatest of artists.

The Darkland townsfolk adored them, cherished them, and pined for them. A pictorial idealism they themselves could only aspire to.

Mr. and Mrs. Eldridge embraced their celebrity of sorts by attending church recitals and local theatre productions of Pinocchio. They pioneered research into sustainable living practices, volunteered time to reputable charities and championed the down-and-out, the unfortunate and sick. Their generosity and goodwill saw no parallel.

While Mrs. Eldridge kept their bungalow clean and tidy, Mr. Eldridge taught English literature part-time at the civic centre. He marvelled at the senior citizens’ naïveté, their complete ignorance of literary giants and the power the written word carried.

He spent his evenings writing fictional stories, his head among the clouds of imagination, a timeless realm from which character development enriched his narrative. Audrey Eldridge read them, encouraged his gift for clever composition and prose. Some of his most fanciful yarns graced the pages of celebrated science fiction magazines and anthologies, the likes of which he treasured as a child.

Mr. Eldridge broke the cardinal rule by questioning the better judgement of an editor, after the editor rejected a story for his consideration. “Your persistence, Mr. Eldridge,” they wrote, “and counsel is most disconcerting. We assure you it’s nothing personal. We hope you’ll find the right market for your manuscript elsewhere. No further communication required. Best regards, the Editorial Team.”

You could say Mr. Eldridge’s literary setback befell a sequence of ill-fated events soon thereafter, not least, his wife’s dire health issues and wellbeing coming to the forefront of his attention. His affinity for the make-believe, the otherworldly kingdom beyond that which he yearned for fell by the way side, smashed to smithereens, like a shattered mirror into a million pieces about his feet. He feared his life was spinning out of control, a merry-go-round on the brink of disintegration in an all-too-real world of hurt and disappointment, of love lost and death riding their coattails of life.

In the prime of her life, beside a mild case of gastroenteritis, Mrs. Eldridge had seldom fallen ill. Her later years, however, were anything but the rosy persona she’d acquired of youth, for now she succumbed to the symptoms of pulmonary emphysema, the upshot of one too many cigarettes and sleepless nights indulging her habit.

Louis Eldridge, a damaged man from the onset of her dire diagnosis, felt hopelessly useless, a character-driven actor in a drama whose scriptwriter had lost the plot to the macabre, to a crazy footnote by a movie executive whereby anything and everything bad revolved around. To a lunatic called Fate, he detested every moment of her sickness, and he felt all the more terrible because of it. For Mr. Eldridge, life had dealt him a doomed hand of cards. For Mrs. Eldridge, she took each precious moment bestowed upon her with a pinch of salt.

Her standard of living gradually dwindled over a number of forgetful years. Mrs. Eldridge, aged seventy-eight, no longer frequented her friends or mutual acquaintances nearly as much as she had before.

Once the quintessential citizen of Darkland, her active involvement in community affairs were numbered. Her social engagements soon ceased altogether, left to the anonymity of time and the rumour mill to digest and catalogue.

The general consensus among the townsfolk was, by and large, one of shock and horror, a denial their beloved elderly stateswoman had only months to live.

Mr. Eldridge, two years her junior, beheld an image of her from times of yore, from a photo album of which the snapshots therein resembled another woman entirely, a woman whose health had surpassed even his own.

No longer able to explore the woodlands or hike amid the foothills for dandelions or secret places, Mrs. Eldridge sought the sanctuary of home, breathless and fatigued, left to reflect upon a blessed life now bedridden with an incurable disease. 

In her palliative state of care, she longed to feel the sunlight upon her face, to live her remaining days without the pain and hurt rendering her forever ill. As bleak as her outlook was, as fraught with anxiety she bore, Mrs. Eldridge found the courage to speak about the love they shared, the passion they valued. Their pillow talk, while brief, became all the more precious as her condition worsened. She said, “I keep thinking of the family you always wanted.”

“It’s not your fault. We’ve discussed this time in memorial.”

Mrs. Eldridge held his hand, gasping. They lay beside one another in a dapple of shade, upon their bed. “I can’t do this anymore. The pain is too much. Do you remember what we discussed?”

“Yes,” Mr. Eldridge said.

Faced with a most unenvious task, forced to make a difficult decision to lessen her pain, to manage it, to breathe new life into her fragile frame, Mr. Eldridge was at pains to fulfil her dying wish. It presented to be a problem, albeit a brief one. The ultimate extend to which he proved his love, to preserve it in perpetuity, a distinct moment in time to bookmark beauty and everything pure, eventually came to fruition one dark evening. He killed her by means of asphyxiation.

Mr. Eldridge, an unassuming widower, mourned her passing in earnest like the majority of people expected. However, the circumstances under which Audrey Eldridge died divided community opinion. They viciously chastised him, ridiculed him, and labelled him a mercy killer. The township of Darkland, more or less, believed Louis Eldridge was destined to rot in Hell.

Although the accusations were plainly unfounded, Mr. Eldridge knew without a shadow of doubt his involvement in her death was just, necessary and true, however much it affected him or brought him to tears. Mrs. Eldridge had given him her blessing during a rather teary, emotional farewell, in which he presented her with a white plastic shopping bag with which to cover her head. He’d disposed of the bag by throwing it out the window, and then calling for an ambulance soon after her spirit had left her body for another realm, a realm bereft of pain and anguish. Her death also happened to have coincided with his own sudden mental decline.

The white plastic shopping bag made known its presence weeks after he’d laid her down to rest. An updraft had sent the bag skyward, over the Darkland Township during the dark of night, where the nightjars flew and where the possums scurried up the side of Mr. Eldridge’s bungalow for the attic. The bag descended, billowed lengthwise like a jellyfish in an undercurrent, and drifted in through an open window to rustle ever so gently on the kitchen table.

Grasping for distant memories, jaded thoughts of something tangible, Mr. Eldridge felt neither here nor there. A kind of hereafter, the middle ground seldom trekked for the grief-stricken, between life and death.

Mr. Eldridge, torn from reality, became a recluse, someone he hated and detested. In many ways, Mr. Eldridge became a ghost, imprisoned within the walls of unadulterated guilt, to waste away into oblivion. Of the one wisdom of advice he afforded himself during his insurmountable depression, it was this, “You shouldn’t have assisted her. Life is too precious for that.”

So far removed from reality, he began to understand the bag was his saviour, for he believed his late wife’s spirit, Audrey, inhabited it. It was also a stark reminder of what he had done. An adamant monkey on his back whose claws dug all the more deeper as he tried shaking it off, to finally set it free into the jungle of notoriety.

The bag, evidently, moved as if on its own accord, an aerobatic serenade without precedent or rationality. It would often sidle up beside him, the faint smell of brimstone exuding out from its plastic makeup of supernatural origins.

On more than one occasion, Mr. Eldridge conversed with her openly, a mostly telepathic ability with which to express his sorrow and regret. 

Mr. Eldridge, an insufferable, emancipated man, stood on the brink of an abyss with no safety net or backup plan to employ.

In spite of everything he believed in, he relinquished himself to the inevitable. He decided life without Audrey Eldridge, his love and joy, was not worth living at all. Just as he had assisted in her death, Mrs. Eldridge aided in his own death in the most fitting, humane way thought possible. The white plastic shopping bag, in which her spirit dwelled, floated up from off the bedside table early one miserable morning, and then enveloped his head as he lay in bed, crying and babbling.

Mr. and Mrs. Eldridge, the greatest of companions in both life and death, reunited to form an everlasting love. Their spirits, residing in the white plastic shopping bag, soared skyward over the Darkland Township, a tailwind sending them on their way across the stars and beyond.

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About the Author

Ben F. Blitzer

Inspired by original episodes of The Twilight Zone, Ben F. Blitzer’s “The Darkland Crier” pays homage to Rod Serling’s storytelling, particularly to his unique opening and closing narrations.

Ben F. Blitzer is also a fan of Night Gallery, and Amazing Stories. He lives in Western Australia.


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nuke conflux 2017 200Ion Newcombe is the editor and publisher of AntipodeanSF, Australia’s longest running online speculative fiction magazine, regularly issued since January 1998, and conceived back around November 2007. He has been a zealous reader and occasional writer of SF since his childhood in the 1960s, and even sold a few stories here and there back in the '90s.

“Nuke”, who it turns out loves editing more than writing, lives in the New South Wales North Coast holiday destination of Nambucca Heads, where he is self-employed in IT training, computer support, desktop publishing, editing, writing, and website implementation. He is also the resident tech-head, skeptic, and board member of community radio station 2NVR, where he produces a number of shows including The AntipodeanSF Radio Show.


mark web 200Mark Webb's midlife crisis came in the form of attempting to write speculative fiction at a very slow pace. His wife maintains this is a good outcome considering the more expensive and cliched alternatives. Evidence of Mark's attempts to procrastinate in his writing, including general musings and reviews of books he has been reading, can be found at

One of Mark’s very best forms of writing procrastination is to produce the eBook series for AntipodeanSF, which he has been doing since issue 175.


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The Contributors

Louise Lannink grew up in the Yarra Valley, Australia.

She later studied English and Philosophy at the University of Graz, Austria, and currently lives in the foothills of the Swiss Alps.


Umiyuri Katsuyama 200Umiyuri Katsuyama is a multiple-award-winning writer of fantasy and horror, often based on Asian folklore motifs.

A native of Iwate in the far north of Japan, she later moved to Tokyo and studied at Seisen University.

In 2011, she won the Japan Fantasy Novel Award with her novel Sazanami no kuni.

Her most recent novel, Chuushi, ayashii nabe to tabi wo suru, was published in 2018.

Her short fiction has appeared in numerous horror anthologies in Japan.

clayton graham 200As a youngster growing up in the cobbled streets of Stockport, UK, Clayton Graham read alot of science fiction. He loved the 'old school' masters such as HG Wells, Jules Verne, Isaac Asimov and John Wyndham. As he left those formative years behind, he penned short stories when he could find a rare quiet moment amidst life’s usual distractions.

He settled in Victoria, Australia, in 1982. A retired aerospace engineer who worked instructural design and research, Clayton has always had an interest in science fiction and where it places humankind within a universe we are only just starting to understand.

Clayton loves animals, including well behaved pets, and all the natural world, and is a member of Australian Geographic.

Combining future science with the paranormal is his passion. 'Milijun', his first novel, was published in 2016. Second novel, 'Saving Paludis', was published in 2018 and won a Readers’ Favorite International Award. The stories are light years from each other, but share the future adventures of mankind in an expansive universe as a common theme.

The sequel to 'Milijun', entitled 'Amidst Alien Stars' was published in December 2019.

In between novels Clayton has published 'Silently in the Night', a collection of short stories where, among many other adventures, you can sympathise with a doomed husband, connect with an altruistic robot, explore an isolated Scottish isle and touch down on a far-flung asteroid.

He hopes you can share the journeys. 

Web Site: <>.

You can follow Clayton on Twitter <@CGrahamSciFi>.

His Facebook author page is at: <>.


francois verret 200François Verret studied literature at Rosemont College, in his hometown of Montreal. On top of writing fantasy and science-fiction, he is a translator and a homemaker. His sister Aimée Verret is also a writer.

François has been a big fan of the Harry Potter books since he discovered them late in his teenage years. Some of his favourite recent reads come from Nnedi Okorafor, Becky Chambers, and Joanne M. Harris.

In his free time, François plays video games, especially of the role-playing variety. Pizza and ramen are his great food loves, though good sushi is unbeatable.

Oh, and he draws The Mr. Biscuit Webcomic ( Biscuit would say this is one of his main duties. You can find more about this author at <>

Inspired by original episodes of The Twilight Zone, Ben F. Blitzer’s “The Darkland Crier” pays homage to Rod Serling’s storytelling, particularly to his unique opening and closing narrations.

Ben F. Blitzer is also a fan of Night Gallery, and Amazing Stories. He lives in Western Australia.


Toshiya Kamei holds an MFA in Literary Translation from the University of Arkansas.

His translations have appeared in venues such as Clarkesworld, The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction, and World Literature Today.

Colin has branched from non fiction to fiction.

If you liked this, check out his short story collections now on sale on Amazon Kindle: 100 Breaths (10 stories that occur in 5 minutes, the time it takes to breathe; you guessed it; 100 Breaths) and I M A G I N E (6 longer short stories about people getting what they want... or are they?)


andrew dunn 200Andrew settled in the state of Maryland on the eastern coast of the United States after living in southern California for many years.

Andrew’s goal with each story he writes is to produce something readers will enjoy without relying on the typical, the predictable, or the cliché. That said, Andrew likes to put people, places, and things into his stories that often aren’t found in fiction.

When Andrew isn’t writing chances are he’s at work, out for a jog, playing blues guitar or reggae bass, exploring abandoned things, or quite possibly spending quality time with the pets. Andrew hopes you enjoy his work, and he will continue to work to give you stories that entertain.

tim borellaTim Borella has never lost his childhood passion for SF and writing in general and has been lucky enough to have worked most of his life as a pilot — in other words, he’s never properly grown up.

He lives in country Far North Queensland, has won awards for songwriting, and has had various other writing achievements, the most recent being an honourable mention in the 2018 international Literary Taxidermy Short Story Competition.

He also has bachelor degrees in science and teaching, and has completed a couple of as-yet unpublished SF novels. He’d dearly love to spend more time writing, but will have to continue juggling for another couple of years until the kids have fully left the nest.


R.J. Sadler is writer and educator from eastern Pennsylvania. He has been previously published in 365 Tomorrows. He lives with small human-like creatures whose existence challenges his ability to read, write, edit, and keep his home clean. When it comes to his fiction writing, R.J. neither enjoys nor regularly adheres to publishers’ serialized thematic guidelines. He is uncomfortable talking about himself, even in third person.


roger ley2 200Roger Ley enjoys writing in a variety of speculative genres.

This story is from his anthology, 'Dead People on Facebook'. His other books include, ‘Chronoscape,’ a science fiction novel about time and alternate realities and, ‘The Muslim Prince. What if Diana hadn’t died?’ which is an alternative reality techno thriller.

Find him at: <> and <>.

Zeb writes:

Last week, on a whim I submitted some of my own musings to ‘Nuke’, and when I checked back today — my time in my ‘verse, which is plus six years comparative to you — I saw that he had published some of them! I wasn’t even sure the contrived email and attachment would get through, let alone end up published on your internet of things. (BTW — We have nothing quite like your ‘net, but we’ve gone far further into the solar system than you have. Figure that!) Now that I know a connection is possible, I thought I’d tell you a little more about myself and where I’m from. So, from the beginning…

Hi. My name is Zebuline Carter — that’s Zeb for my friends or Zeb-you-leen if you want to get formal — and I’m a forty-two year old former astronaut now working as an administrator at Farside, on Luna. Farside is a research base, where innerscopes are just starting to peel back layers of our sheath of the local multiverse. Because our work is so sensitive to em influences, Farside is situated within a one hundred klom diameter exclusion zone.

In my late teens I earned a double major in aerospace and business but passed over grad school for civilian astronaut training. As a kid I collected coupons from cereal boxes until I had enough for my first telescope, and built scale models of all the commercial shuttles and orbiters. Growing up, I’d always felt slightly out of place, like I was meant to to be somewhere else and part of me already was — until, that is, I had my first trip into low orbit aboard a high-riding intercont-cruiser, or ICC. That was a high-school graduation present from my Uncle Jim, and during the fifteen minutes of freefall I found that other part of myself, grabbed it tight, and never let go since.

Did I also mention I’m 180 cents tall with bobbed chestnut hair? Or that because of heart damage from a bad landing, I’m also marooned in low gravity? But heh, there are now six bases around Luna, supporting a permanent population of around twelve thousand Lunans, and a transient population of several thousand tourists and stopovers returning form the outer system, so it never gets boring and I don’t get lonely. And living in low G means I won’t age or sag as fast, either.

Until next time —


kevinjphyland 200Old enough to just remember the first manned Moon landing, Kevin was so impressed he made science his life.

Retired now from teaching he amuses himself by reading, writing, following his love of weather and correcting people on the internet.

He’s been writing since his teens and hopes he will one day get it right.

He can be found on twitter @KevinPhyland where he goes by the handle of CaptainZero and his work is around the place if you search using google or use the archive.


steveduffyhusband, father, brother, son
poet, writer, artist, friend (et al.)
the list of pigeon holes
into which I fit, is endless


AntipodeanSF July 2020


Speculative Fiction
ISSN 1442-0686

Online Since Feb 1998

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alistair lloyd 200Alistair Lloyd is a Melbourne based writer and narrator who has been consuming good quality science fiction and fantasy most of his life.

You may find him on Twitter as <@mr_al> and online at <>.


ed erringtonAlthough a writer of the baby boom persuasion, Ed has not boomed for quite a while.

He lives with his wife plus a menagerie of non-domesticated — native Australian animals intropical North Queensland.

His writing within the ‘real’ science fiction context of COVID-19 is intermingled by long night sky vigils — searching for pesky aliens intent on maintaining their social distance to the nth degree.

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tim borellaTim Borella has never lost his childhood passion for SF and writing in general and has been lucky enough to have worked most of his life as a pilot — in other words, he’s never properly grown up.

He lives in country Far North Queensland, has won awards for songwriting, and has had various other writing achievements, the most recent being an honourable mention in the 2018 international Literary Taxidermy Short Story Competition.

He also has bachelor degrees in science and teaching, and has completed a couple of as-yet unpublished SF novels. He’d dearly love to spend more time writing, but will have to continue juggling for another couple of years until the kids have fully left the nest.

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mark english 100Mark is an astrophysicist and space scientist who worked on the Cassini/Huygens mission to Saturn. Following this he worked in computer consultancy, engineering, and high energy research (with a stint at the JET Fusion Torus).

All this science hasn't damped his love of fantasy and science fiction. It has, however, ruined his enjoyment of rainbows, colourful flames on romantic log fires, and rings around the moon. He has previously been published in Stupefying Stories Showcase, Everyday Fiction, Escape Pod, Perihelion and also on AntipodeanSF where he is part of the narration team.

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pixie willo 100Pixie is a voice actor, cabaret performer & slam poet From the Blue Mountains in NSW.

She enjoys writing short fiction, plays for radio and stage as well as her own brand of weird poetry.

She hosts the 'Off-Beet Poetry Slam' held bi-monthly in Katoomba, and is a theatre reviewer for 2SER FM in Sydney.

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geraldine borella 200Geraldine Borella writes adult short stories and stories for children and has been published in anthologies for both. In 2018, one of her children’s short stories placed second in The Buzz Words Short Story Prize and she won an ASA Emerging Writer’s Mentorship. She currently works part-time as a hospital pharmacist and as an online creative writing tutor.

She’s fascinated by stories that expand upon today’s technology, addressing the moral and ethical issues that might arise. Equally, she enjoys the creative freedom that writing for children allows. Right now, she’s writing a young adult novel, reworking a middle grade novel and writing adult short stories when inspiration strikes. She lives with her husband, Tim, in Yungaburra, Far North Queensland and dreams of one day taking a European gap year.

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timonthy gwyn 100Timothy Gwyn is a professional pilot in Canada, where he flies to remote communities. During a lull in his flying career, he was a radio announcer for three years, and he is also an author.

In addition to short stories at AntipodeanSF and, his SF novel is available internationally in print and ebook formats. "Avians" draws on his love of alternative aviation to tell the tale of a girl who runs away from home to join a cadre of glider pilots on a world without metal or fossil fuels.

On Twitter, he is @timothygwyn, and his blogs are at <>.

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garry dean narratorGarry Dean lives on the Mid Coast of New South Wales Australia, and has been a fan of SF for most of his natural life. Being vision impaired, he makes good use of voice recognition and text to speech in order to write. Many of his stories have appeared in AntipodeanSF over the years, and his love of all things audio led him to join the narration team in 2017.

You can read examples of Garry's fiction on his website <>

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Carolyn's work spans devising, performance, theatre-in-education and a collaborative visual art practice.

She tours children's works to schools nationally with School Performance Tours, is a member of the Bathurst physical theatre ensemble Lingua Franca and one half of darkroom — a visual arts practice with videographer Sean O'Keeffe.

(Photo by Jeremy Belinfante) 

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marg essex 200Margaret lives the good life on a small piece of rural New South Wales Australia, with an amazing man, a couple of pets, and several rambunctious wombats.

She feels so lucky to be a part of the AntiSF team.

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