Jun 29, 2012

You Take that Nightmare by the Horns

People in business suits clouded the sky.
“Must be a hologram,” said my partner.
“We have to look into this,” I said. “Finish your drink. Let’s go.”
“Big-ass hologram,” he went on, dead-eyed. 
The glass slipped from his hand, fell to the floor.
“Fossmeyer?” I shook him. “Are you OK?”


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Coincidence is a funny thing. On the very day I post a story prompt about a haunted coat (the protagonist calls it "infected" as the coat is an embedded computing device), this pops up on my blog dashboard:



Ghost URIs. I'm getting hits from nowhere. Surely there's a reasonable explanation but right now I'm too amused to care.

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