A couple more stories caught my eye this morning.
How Slavery Ruined my Vacation by Thomas Pluck
I saw Mr. Pluck had a new story out from the wonders of the Twitter and didn’t recognize the market. Well, I headed right over. First, I’m generally in favor of any story that will quote Big Country. When the line, song title, and band all contain the same two words, you’re onto something.
The story was fun. Not crime fiction, but a fun little piece of flash. Miranda is not someone I would want to vacation with. Too much effort. Perhaps she and Barry could just talk about vacation or get some travel books. Or, perhaps better for Barry’s sake, he could just get her drunk and go have fun when she passes out.
Of course, then she’d be alone in the room, and who knows what she might do or say when housekeeping came by.
If You Only Knew by John Stickney
What a terrifically odd little tale. So much of it is just off enough to really drag you in. The ranging dialog from the narrator. The love of poetry from two criminals. The almost spontaneous rap on the train. The homeowner’s reaction to the thieves. Just great.
An inspired (literally) piece of work that was a tickle to read. I’ve already read it three times and still enjoy all the little oddities. Nice work.
Mr Pluck is becoming the master of the title. How good is that one?
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