He was an ancient man, with a face more wrinkled than a cold scrotum. She looked tragic, a Medea spanked. She wore a charcoal skirt and jacket and a Victorian frill of white blouse; her eyes were jungle, her panties sheer and red. Her face showed two things—that she was going to cry, and that someone was going to pay dearly for each tear.
About the author:
As publicity manager for Southern Illinois University Press for more than two decades, I wrote jacket copy for about 1,500 books. My novel is called The Dastardly Dashing of Wee Expectations. My nonfiction book is Image Patterns in the Novels of F. Scott Fitzgerald. I’ve published about two dozen short stories including “The, Killer, Trained and Devastating” in The Viet Nam Generation Anthology, “The Untimely Demise of the Other Frank Sinatra” in the anthology, When Last on the Mountain. and “Bones and Blue Ribbons” in Front Range: A Review of Literature and Art.