I'm putting together stories for my next publication.
Here's an old one, from my magazine PIE IN THE SKY #53:
DREAM WITH MEXICANS AND FLOATING LIONS
In big wooden cages, the lions floated ashore. They broke
out of the surf onto the sand, angry and looking for food. Their roars carried
all the way from the sea up to the town. We turned from the cliff where we were
watching. I held her hand tightly and we ran to look for shelter. The houses
were all locked and boarded up except for one and we hurried towards the open
door. Maybe we could hide down in the basement where the lions could scratch
but couldn’t get in? We ran up the path, almost safe, when suddenly a family of
Mexicans pushing a piano and moving out boxes and furniture blocked the
doorway. They couldn’t understand our warnings, our hysterical shouting and
pointing at the ocean.
10:55 A.M.
August 12, 1993
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