It started when Neil took offence at yet another inane Facebook post. Something about the gender politics of midget mudwrestling. The instant he expressed his digital outrage, the shark took his face from eyebrows to chin.
That’s what we called them. Sharks. Not at first. At first, we stood wide-eyed and open-jawed, wondering where our friends’ faces had gone.
I believe Neil was the first. As his faceless body collapsed onto Delta Park’s disc golf course, bloodying the manicured green, I remember checking my watch and noting the time. Twenty-nine minutes past two. Of course, this was on the twenty-ninth of February, when the world changed.
Opening lines from a new short story I knocked out over the festive season. Not yet published. Could form part of a new collection of short stories later in the year, if I knock out a few more.
My old published stuff is still available on Amazon. Dancing in Valhalla is free next Monday and Tuesday (Amazon time), before I take it off Kindle Unlimited and open it up to all other booksellers.
All books also available in paperback from Curiosity in Pretoria, and The Real Mackay in Blairgowrie.
Or in paperback from Loot, (Dancing in Valhalla – currently selling for R28 off the listed price, for some reason – here; Burning Roses here; and Hard Money here).
Till next time.
Cheers.
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