Last day of the month, and hey presto, here’s another short story, with not much time to spare before the deadline. Nothing else on the blog again this month, so apologize for that, sort of . . . my volume is down here, but I think the writing I’m doing is of higher quality with more long term use and entertainment value (for me, at least) than periodic news reports or think pieces. We’ll see if I return to that format when this annual project is over.
With this month’s story, I’ve got ten down, three to go as I work to create a baker’s dozen worth of new short fiction works in 2016. Like “Veronica Bugdoctor” earlier this year, the genesis of this story first appeared as poesy in 2004 during my epic “Poem A Day For A Year” project. Well, it came from two poems, actually. They merged in the crafting of this piece. And the results are, uh . . . something . . . if I say so myself. Ahem.
You can catch up on the prior months’ installments at the links below. With next month’s story, I’m going to begin organizing and compiling these for other outlets, and will remove the past links at that point. So read now if you want to do so for free, and the next time they appear, it’s going to be in some sort of commercial format!
December 2015: The Research Assistant
January 2016: Eadwig Espinosa, Ealdorman of Daud
February 2016: Fleming And The Food Fluffers
March 2016: Veronica Bugdoctor
April 2016: Blackthorn
May 2016: How Do You Know?
July 2016: Ubulembu
August 2016: The Passion of O’Wayne Alger
And with that as preamble, as always, on with this month’s story. Did I mention that it’s . . . errrmmmm . . . something?