Six years back, I put my brain to thinking about what the world would really
be like at the end.
I called the short story, “A Plague of Doubt.”
Today, I would rename it “Social Distancing Fail.”
At the time, my son — one of my most trusted readers — thought it too contrived. I put i
Here’s how it started:
John Forenow did what he did because he could.
For the third time this year, and it was only May, he planned to stuff himself into his isolation suit, seal himself into his car and drive off to the grocery store with the car’s autopilot disengaged!
It was completely reckless behavior on so many levels.
But that’s how humans behaved if they could—as if the new rules of daily life did not apply. In what some would consider his declining years, John felt the acute need of a survivor to experience life to the fullest and to push boundaries beyond the safe and secure. He lived while so many of those around him died.
Redemption is hard, and may not be what we imagined.
Here’s the whole story (about 6,300 words) in a PDF file: Plague of Doubt-Social Distancing Fail_Final
Nature photographer Sebastian Arnett, and the evil spider demon who possesses him, Empaya Iba, return in Beware the Spider.
Empaya Iba, they call me,
My enemies and slaves.
So begins Chapter 1.
Read the whole chapter free.
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Read it. Enjoy it. Review it.
There they are: Proofs of the three books I’ve managed to kick out the door.
My Viet Nam-era memoir, HOTEL CONSTELLATION, and the first Black Orchid Chronicle, The Mark of the Spider, are still available on Amazon, Apple Books, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Scribd and Smashwords.
The Mark of the Spider is available FREE on Amazon in ebook format for just a few more days.
On Monday, the lastest but probably not the last, Beware the Spider will debut.
Give it a look.
More to Come
I’m taking the summer off from the Black Orchid Chronicles, but I’ve committed myself to finishing a sci-fi first contact book I’m calling PSNGR.
And I’ve told myself I must wrap up the short story about my experience as a morgue escort on a dark and stormy night many years ago. I think I’ll call that one A La Cart.