Welcome friends, followers, and Weekend Writing Warriors!
It’s time for a change, so I’ll start sharing snippets from my my modern fantasy short, Orpheus and the Camera Man
Marshall Frey looked up from his humanities essay notes to see Tony Santoro standing on the other side of the university library table. “Hey, bud. How’re you doing?” Tony just shrugged. “It was–well, it was an interesting funeral service.”
Tony laughed bitterly as he sat down, and a few images flashed through Marshall’s mind of the Celtic wake for Felicity. Marshall met Felicity in high school, and they’d been friends for most of that time; hooked up once, but decided that really wasn’t a good idea. Felicity had only met Tony a few months before she found out she had inoperable cancer.
“I don’t see why they gave her Last Rites with that foul Irish Trickster,” Tony said after a moment.