Pockets --Short Story--
Pockets, By Earl Wynn
Dimensions. That's what Doctor Takagawa called them. Dimensions. Like something out of a corny old comic book. After six hours of prodding and poking me with a hundred different instruments, from the standard to the exotic, that was the best he could come up with. Dimensions. I'd had access to the things for years, and I figured the best term for what they really were had come from an old friend of mine, a professional thief who lived in the daylight world as a shrink, one of those therapist types. He called them Pockets.
Which was perfect, because that's exactly what they were. Pockets. You put stuff into them, carr