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Their ships landed. Aliens. Unimpressed with man, they spoke only to parakeets. |
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~ ~ Killer Poker ~ ~ by K. A. Patterson |
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Ears. Toes. Gacy, antes up. "An arm," raises Gein. High-stakes, killer poker night kings. |
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Gentleman Caller
by Jacqueline Danziger-Russell
©2008
He was on the rooftop, his silhouette with top hat jauntily
askew, noble against the dawn. From this position he could
see his day's work. They were pattern pieces cut and laid
out for him. He was like a tailor—he would stitch, sew and
weave on the warp of life.
He looked at the warm bagel cradled gently in his hands and then
glanced at his watch. Too early, yet, for reaping. The
crunch of poppy seeds in his mouth made him smile.
Only when he had licked the last delicious crumb from his lips did
he spread his wings and alight on the old woman's windowsill.
He bowed, graciously. He was a gentleman, after all, though the
introductions were always fatal.
From her bed the woman shuffled amongst the linens, her blue,
rheumy eyes focusing. Wheezing, she nodded back. She
was old enough to know the proper etiquette.
~ Jacqueline
Danziger-Russell, California ©2008
Jacqueline enjoys writing dark, speculative fiction. She
has an MA in Children's Literature from Roehampton University,
London and is currently working on her first novel. She
lives in California with her husband and a house full of esoteric
mystery, cobwebs, and a few dirty dishes. |
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