Monthly Archives: March 2015

Chapter 9

No. That’s not it at all. I was never changed into an octopus. That’s just crazy. I must have had a dream, or else I drank too much. Or somebody put something into my drink. Yes, that’s it. Somebody put … Continue reading

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Chapter 8

The smell of fresh rain was in the air. I walked barefoot on wet grass in a field that extended as far as I could see. It was cool, probably forty-five degrees. As I walked, the grass grew higher and … Continue reading

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Chapter 7

Kurt’s pirate-face flashed crazily in the light of the candle that burned, between us on the floor, underneath the three blankets we had spread over the backs of six Shaker chairs. I no longer thought of him as Mr. Vonnegut. … Continue reading

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