The floating book shop was graced by a two-hour visit from Ol' Smokey today. Of the many fragments he offered, one was memorable. During his wayward youth, while in a narcotics induced state, he hung a sign around his neck that said "Goin' places" and tried to hang himself from an overpass on the Belt Parkway. Given his battered mind, it's impossible to know if this actually happened.
My thanks to the woman who overpaid for two books in Russian, to Mikhail, who bought another, and to Cabbie, who bought five thrillers and donated three. Here's an excerpt from All Hallows, a screenplay, available at amazon for a buck, link below. It's story is simple: five nuts escape an asylum, wreak havoc on a small town. The excerpt is brief, a one or two-minute read:
Part 30: The cemetery. The Grim Reaper is lying on the ground, cleaning his nails with a long, blood-stained knife. The grave has been refilled. Atop it lies the severed head of the gravedigger. The face is covered with blood and grime.
Bundy: "Alas, poor Yorick. I knew him Horatio. A fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath borne ...."
He hears voices. A couple in their thirties, dressed as zombies, has entered the grounds.
She is wearing an Ozzie Osbourne T-shirt, he an Alice Cooper. He is carrying a bottle of booze. He appears uneasy, she excited. He whispers to her.
Michael: Do we really hafta do this, Gloria?
Gloria: I always wanted to. C'mon, Michael - it's Halloween. I always do what you want.
Michael: But this's so perverted.
Gloria bats her eyebrows, leering. She sings.
Gloria: "You, you oughtta know."
Michael makes a face.
Michael: Maybe that get up is the real you.
Gloria, offended, elbows him.
Gloria: You're such a meathead. My father's right about you.
Michael: Your father's not right about anything.
Gloria: Why're you whispering? Nobody here can bear us.
Michael: Ssssh! That creepy caretaker may be around.
Gloria: Will you relax. This's the safest place in the world. Nobody here can hurt you.
Michael: Sez you.
Gloria: You're scared. I don't believe it. Take another hit of Jack. Maybe that'll help.
Michael: Whatever happened to having to get a girl drunk?
The Grim Reaper, lurking nearby in a shadow, smiles diabolically.
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