I’ve been a bit quiet lately. My family keeps throwing me into ambulances and dragging me off to hospitals. It’s only a matter of time before I find one of them standing over my bed, pillow in hand, whispering strange biblical quotations with just a glint of a tear in one eye.
Nevertheless I did manage to cobble together an entry to the NYC Short Story 2020 during the period immediately preceding my last confinement and therefore another potential source of shame and embarrassment when the judges take a knife to it.
The good news is that I expect to still be around for next year’s competition.
But, for this year, the requirement was for a 2500 word thriller featuring an addict and an investment. I don’t really do thrillers.
So …. only if you are bored …. here it is.