One more previously unpublished short story, this time in SF. Enjoy. Fifth Mind an SF short story by Harvey Stanbrough 1 I couldn’t quite believe I was in Clear Lake, Iowa. Actually, I wasn’t even aware of it for the first twenty minutes or so. When you’re on the road as much as I’ve been the last three days, one whistle stop looks pretty much like all the rest. So I don’t always notice the city limit sign on the way into each small town, but unless it’s the destination, who cares? A gas stop is a gas stop. A place to pause, then back on the road. And I didn’t recall noticing the one I passed on the way into this town. It’s an easy mistake to make.