People, it's ALIVE.
It, in this case, being the podcast of my short story "The Wages of Salt".
Squatting to examine a buried shadow, I nodded. There was no academic or scientific value in salt — it would not advance my thesis, nor bring any glimmer of knowledge about the theriomorphs — but it would sell. White gold, the economic cornerstone of New Persia.
I brushed at the crust. Dirty grains clung to the sweat of my palms. The shadow underneath, too clean-edged to be a phantasm, didn't change. "Here," I said. "Help me."
"It'll just be another ammonite." But he knelt and set to scraping beside me.
My fingers touched cloth.
I jerked back, staring at the dark linen we'd uncovered. Suspicion lifted the hairs on my nape and I dug faster, harder, in danger of damaging the specimen with haste.
An arm emerged from the salt. Beside me, Hareem had uncovered a knee. Working feverishly now, we followed the contours, salt flying from our fingers, until the entire body lay bare to the sky.
Hareem let out a low whistle. "Now this," he said, "will fetch a fiefdom."
So, if you couldn't get hold of a copy of Postscripts, or you really have a hankering for audio fiction, or heck if you simply like free fiction, trot yourself on over to PodCastle and enjoy.