Happy Thursday, everyone!
Lots of fun stuff this week. If you look over at the sidebar under New Releases, I’m happy to announce that the next issue of Fiction River–How to Save the World–is out, and it includes my story “The Shape of a Name.” Cool beans! How to Save the World is available in ebook and will be available soon in paperback and audio formats as well. You can also subscribe to the entire Fiction River series, which is a heck of a good deal.
I also just got done listening to the audio of Fiction River #1: Unnatural Worlds. Boy, was that fun or what? The book was narrated by a full cast, who all did a great job. It’s the first time I’ve heard a story of mine narrated. Jane Kennedy did a wonderful job with my Diz & Dee story “Here, Kitty Kitty.”
This week’s free fiction is my dark fantasy story “Famous,” which has a brand spanking new cover as well as a paperback edition that’s currently on sale at Amazon. Enjoy!
Published by Thunder Valley Press
Copyright © 2011, 2013 by Annie Reed
The cab pulled into the loading zone in front of Kitty’s Kool Kat Lounge. The pink neon sign over the entrance promised live nude dancers. Jeremy doubted they’d be totally nude, but that wasn’t what he was really here for.
“Seventeen-fifty,” said the cab driver.
The windshield wipers slapped a steady beat against the late night rain off the Bay as Jeremy dug out two tens from his wallet. Enough for a tip, not enough to make an impression on the driver. Not enough for the man to remember he was here.
Jeremy passed the money through the slot in the clear plastic shield between the driver and the back seat. “Keep the change,” he said.
The driver grunted as he took the cash. He was a bald guy twice Jeremy’s age. He had a scar bisecting one eyebrow, and the kind of muscular neck Jeremy had seen on guys who worked out but never really bulked up. The driver’s eyes were bloodshot, and he had enough scruff on his lined face to make him look like Bruce Willis after a three-day bender. He’d driven as if he was sober, and he’d taken Jeremy to the kind of place he wanted to go. Beyond that, Jeremy didn’t care if the guy was drunk off his ass. In fact, that might make things easier in the long run.
“Let me give you a piece of advice,” the driver said.
Jeremy was about ready to make a run from the cab to the club. The driver hadn’t said a word to him since Jeremy caught the cab downtown and asked the guy to take him to a nightclub, any nightclub, in The Shadows. Jeremy kept his hand on the door handle but didn’t open the door.
“I give you a tip and now you talk to me?” he said.
The driver looked at him in the rear view mirror. “Think you’re a smart guy, don’t you?”
Jeremy tensed. “What did you say to me?”
(read the rest of the story here)