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I recently spent some time haunted by a certain visual I saw while driving in the country one day; it eventually became the focus of the little tale attached--very close in theme to a story I've done before, but still hopefully a little eerie... I call it swerve.

This month I play a role in an episode of Campfire Radio Theater (it's about werewolves!), and Nichole Hamilton has narrated the Knifepoint Horror story trail on
Light & Shadow: A Horror Podcast

Meanwhile, that's me doing a cameo in Sibling Horror's latest episode, called "He's Outside My House," and I was invited to horse around some with podcast hosts Kevin Lane and Jason Hill on episode 105 of Spill Your Guts.

And if you haven't seen this nutty short yet, I confess I clearly missed the opportunity to feature my apartment's creepy crawlspace, but I really think that calls for a movie all its own.... https://youtu.be/l045v0tj3sM

Okay, back to work on November's story, which feels like it's good news for those who like to sink into something that'll gobble up half their afternoon....

Comments

Jill E Merrill

Wow. I've never read Guy de Maupassant. How well you read it spoiled me. I really want to read more, but I vastly prefer audiobooks these days. Would you consider doing me a tiny favor and record the complete works of de Maupassant? Now I can't imagine hearing him read by any narrator but you. Thanks in advance - Jill

Jill E Merrill

There's no place to comment about swerve so I'll do it here. The feel of the story is familiar, as are some of the details. The blonde woman in the van laughing. The story had the feel of de Maupassant. Waking up with a dead blonde woman in bed so much like waking up on the disenterred grave of a lover. I wonder if the Uber driver and the driver did die and passed through empty purgatory and ended up in some kind of afterlife, not a very happy one. Was the protagonist an alcoholic who drank too much gin and tonic one night and accidentally killed a young blonde woman in a drunken hit and run? Thus the club soda? Very provocative story, especially in comparison to two such different influences, one definite and one maybe not at all. One finicky but maybe integral to the story question: if only the top of the woman's blonde head was visible next to the man in bed, how did he know her blonde hair was long? Memory?