She dropped the puppy into the Westinghouse and there was a deep pulse of green- white Atomic light and the puppy stopped making noise. Of course it wasn’t really a Westinghouse-they were just too expensive, but this Shimada worked just the same. She’d found a total of five puppies in the alley with their, and her mouth curled at the word; “mother.” She went to fetch the other four. Copyright (C) Alex Rieneck 2021 All Rights Reserved
Neon Evening
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Old enough to know better and young enough to still capable anyway A writer through and thru.Wrote my first "book" with rubber type & an ink-pad when I was about four. illustrated it with crayons, learnt to write with a pencil, then a pen. learnt to type putting save games into "Doom". became acomputer journalist when I left university with a lacklustre degree in English literature.Stopped doing that, wrote three novels, two good, published none, had a major cerebral bleed, became a left side hemiplegic in a wheelchair who writes short stories. Have been gender-fluid since birth,- certainly since before I could walk. By some standards I'm probably quite strange but I'm old old enough to have gotten used to myself and learnt not to worry. View all posts by The Gleet
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