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Cherokee Purple
Thelma Wagstaff blew herself away as she sat on her high red upholstered
stool supervising the cash box at the White Street Billiards and Snooker. Thelma
hit the floor like she had fallen out of an airplane, no parachute, and her
pistol went bouncing toward Ed Seitz and me. Ed and I were absorbed in the
cushion shot he was negotiating. We did not look up; there was a fiver riding on
Ed’s shot.
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The Moose in the Noösphere
The man, an Algonquian, met the moose head on on a springy forest trail. The
moose had come that day to drop his antlers and wanted to be alone. It had
been an open winter, roots and lichens dying off for lack of snow cover.
With bad foraging the moose was tired and irritable. The moose had dropped
antlers before and anticipated the loss with regret. His antlers amplified
the fall of snow, the separation of a dry leaf from its stem, the impact of
a pine needle on the padded forest floor. To go antlerless was to imitate
the solitude of starvation and withdraw into himself as into a heavy,
windless snowfall.
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Magnetic Betty
Magnetic Betty explained the problem. “And so you see, things fly through the air and stick to me when I walk by. None of my friends’ mothers will let them
play with me.”
“A tricky business,” replied Dolby Jenks, World's Number One Champion Detective. “Not my field, I'm afraid, Betty. I would suggest that you find
different friends with different mothers.”
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The Francher
An odor of mint attracted the francher to an unpromising patch of brown scrub.
It spread its fetlocks and arched its neck down to feed. It munched contentedly for some minutes then collapsed. The francher's nostrils flared as it gulped at the thin unsatisfying air. A pounding bright blue sky watched, thin and close, as the francher's body stiffened. Under the brilliant glare of the high, dry sun its knee joints cracked, emitting soft popping sounds. An Andean vulture circled closer.
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Chimaera Constant
“Sweet Jesus!” Elizabeth Profitt Pease has—for just a moment, a split second—the queer idea that there is an eyeball in her teacup.
“Uh... hello, eye.” The eye does not speak. She takes a swallow of Dr. Pomeroy's straight from the bottle and shakes her head to clear it. She squints; the eye in her teacup squints back—the eye is hazel and clear. It is her mother's eye.
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The Song of the Rice Barge Coolie
“My sister, is she dead? Go and give her a poke, would you?” The great white presence that was the Lady Mother of the Long Walkers indicated the row of captive queens on their dais beneath her, deferentially lower.
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The Year They Invented Frozen Lemonade
“I am midtown. Manhattan?” Linda Winkelman speaks her question out loud in the middle of the rush hour push; no one takes notice. Linda is standing in the middle of a street. She can not recall who she is or why she is here.
“I remember lemonade,” says Linda. Buildings disappeared, people disappeared. Now it is her turn. Linda Winkelman was born the year they invented frozen lemonade.
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Scope Virgin
The woman at the far end of the kaleidoscope had not been there last week, of this Simon was sure. She was naked or near enough, thinly dressed in a diaphanous veil.
“Holy shit!” Simon Alexander breathed on the lens and gave it a wipe with his sleeve.
“I see that I have your attention...” said the woman, “...finally.”
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McMuckle Makes a Minyan
The ineffable,
unnamable God of Hosts stood with a burly, bearded personage who held a bar
towel draped over one arm, a symbol of his trade. The golem toyed nervously
with an ear. “My people should quake at My unutterable Name,
not fall on their tukhes,” God sighed. The ear came off. “Bim...
this is not about you. Try to stay on topic.”
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Platterland
It was a real nice laying-out—tasteful. Well, maybe not so much tasteful particularly, but neat. They’d got Ed’s left arm attached to his head and not his shoulder. And they had the remaining right arm attached on the left side. To look like them, I supposed.
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Daphne Longhandle's Last Flight
“See that, Franklin?” said Eleanor Roosevelt. “That’s O’Brien.” Franklin observed a line of stars on the eastern horizon. There were four.
“Oops, sorry.” Eleanor nodded at her new constellation, O’Brien, and the fourth star blinked out.
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The Runaway Bungalow
“Arrgh! See me neck, lad?” The pirate's head hung at a grotesque angle from where the long executioner's knot had settled at the base of his skull. Theophrastus Bigelow was a big man—the weight of his fall through the executioner's trap had broken his neck but had not killed him immediately. He lifted a ten-kilo strand of gold chains to reveal his scars.
“Admirable, what-oh?” The mark of the hangman was stamped on Bigelow's throat.
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E Pluribus Human
“YO, BABE!” a man's voice blared at Grenadine McKenzie, “SURPRISE, YOU’RE
PREGNANT.” A craggy male face bloomed before her. The face was a hero's face, Lance Davenport from Rights of Spring. There was an odor of patchouli.
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A Pass on the Tabouli
Errol Flynn, aged 120, has been kept alive with hormones and
organ transplants until 2025 for the last, final, remake of Kipling’s ‘Kim.’ It will be a musical.
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Boys' Night Out
Jim bit the dog’s ear off. He spat―dog blood was different, somehow forbidden.
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I Want to Share Your Wheat
Prosper Epilegomenes is a mouse demon in service to Sminthian Apollo.
He blows up a car dealership and kills a troublesome neighbor.
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The Perfect Homburg
Duckpin bowling in Taunton,
Massachusetts. A duel over a magic hat sacred to Artemis, sister of Apollo.
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An Unwarmed Fish
A barroom in Hell’s Kitchen. There is a meatball buffet and it is always
Thursday, August 14th. Artemis, Apollo's sister, is ahh... difficult.
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The Ninepatch Variation
Libby Pease remembers her girlhood as a litany of lost callers.
Now a visitor: William Powell has misplaced Myrna Loy.
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The Red Sneaker Zones
Libby Pease accepts having her own personal shaman as an article of faith, which faith she could not tell. The dead Indian smells rank, but not unpleasantly so―fresh earth clinging to over-wintering vegetables, plug-cut tobacco and molasses.
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Klein, the Clone
Twins play which kid’s got the papers.
Originally published as The Flags of All Nations Hors D’eouvre Toothpick Caper.
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A Special Providence
“I thought there was a special providence that looked out after these
things,” said Gerry. A ten-dollar jackpot dropped into the takeout drawer. “There is," said a voice.
“And don’t whack the machine—the lottery
corporation doesn’t favor muscleheads abusing church property.”
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Tomcat
His great green eyes invited her to share a secret knowledge, intimating she was trusted, but not yet ready for a full revelation. Her species would have to mature.
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Dead Man in the Yard
There was a dead man in the yard this morning. I checked in my wallet
for my latest picture of the front yard. I have a collection of yard
pictures that goes back for years but I usually carry only one photo at
a time. No, he was a new arrival. I called Sheila. Sheila is my ex-wife.
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Facelift
Lord Zorgon of Alymeade sighed, a great
exhalation redolent of smoldering carpets. “Where was I? Facelifts, yes.
Women, whatever their ages, never wish for sensible things like orthotics or a
tonsillectomy.”
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Return of the Orange Virgin
A tale of the Fata Morgana, Lady of the Wild Things―a serial novel
with a new chapter each month.
Lost in Willipaq―Lovers, Losers, and Part-time Demons
Willipaq, the book: new stories, fresh forays into the fantastic―sixteen tales plus a novella.
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