Happy Thursday, everyone!
This weekend marks the second year I’ll be spending Easter at Sakura-Con in Seattle. Last year’s con experience had a direct influence on the brand new Diz and Dee story, “Here, Kitty Kitty,” I wrote for Fiction River # 1 – Unnatural Worlds. Who knows what kind of mayhem this year’s con will inspire. 🙂
You’ll be able to purchase Unnatural Worlds beginning next month. I’ve seen the rest of the stories in this volume, and trust me, they’re all kickass. I’m thrilled to be a part of the Fiction River family, and I’ll have some more cool announcements along that line as the year progresses. As they used to say in television land, “stay tuned.”
In the meantime, in honor of the holiday, this week’s Free Fiction Thursday story finds Diz and Dee tracking down Dee’s missing cousin Harold, who has a unique problem with the Easter season. I hope you enjoy “My Cousin, the Rabbit.”
My Cousin, The Rabbit
Published by Thunder Valley Press
Copyright 2013 by Annie Reed
I was balancing my morning coffee and a bag of donuts in one hand and fumbling with the key to my office with the other when my cell phone rang.
I’m not a morning person. I’m also not the world’s greatest cook. Even though I live in the apartment upstairs from my office, I go out most mornings for coffee and something my mother would not approve of as breakfast food. So when I recognized the ring tone I’d assigned to my mother — a snazzy little number that sounded like the music from Psycho right about the time Anthony Perkins goes gonzo on Janet Leigh with a knife in the shower — my first reaction was to drop the bag of donuts like a hot potato.
What? Donuts? Not me, mom. I’m going upstairs to fix myself sprouts and granola right this minute.
Not that I had sprouts and granola in my apartment. I barely had enough food for my cat.
The bag split open when it hit the sidewalk, spilling all that sugary goodness on the wet concrete. So much for breakfast. At least I still had my coffee.
I managed to get the office door unlocked and my cell phone out of my pocket before the call rang over to voicemail.
“Your cousin’s missing,” my mother said before I could even croak out a hello.
(read the rest of the story here)