From a work in progress:
Blue signs hung from roadside poles, identifying the towns. I noted them as I passed. Anonymous dots in a grand country. If a city like Xiantao was playing catch-up, what were these places doing?
Category: Short Fiction
New fiction: The Traveler
Some flash fiction, available in Dual Coast Magazine:
The traveler pulled out a chair and sat down across from me. I looked up.
“Tonight’s the night?”
The traveler was quiet. He was here before me, and I always figured he’d be here long after I left. Two years ago, he pulled the chair out like he did tonight, ordered the bottle like he did tonight, and took a sip, careful not to let his beard fall into his drink.
Two years, and I guess I don’t need an answer.
Tonight is the night.
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The Seven Year Laowai – now available for the Kindle!
Available for the first time on the Kindle, the underground hit The Seven Year Laowai, an ESL teacher’s recollections of the seven years he spent teaching English in Wuhan, China.
From the alcoholism which led him there to the nasty power games that pushed him out, The Seven Year Laowai provides an unflinching look at the lives of ESL teachers in the smoggy never-never land of Wuhan.
Available here!
The story is more or less the same, only I went through and did a major revision, i.e. removing some extra crap, tightening certain scenes, and making it match up better to Little Red King.
Later on I’m going to include the opening chapter from Little Red King. Right now that’s odd because Little Red King‘s first chapter is longer than the whole Seven Year Laowai! So yeah…
Only 99 cents for the Kindle! A version for other platforms is forthcoming!
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Chinese New Year (the world ends at Midnight)
Midnight he woke up to the end of the world.
He shot up and made his way to the window. A flashing silver band belted around the village and soft pops and loud pops and other sounds like a giant popping his knuckles and elsewhere high whines seared the night, silenced in claps sudden and brutal and final. The noise died down. A few scattered remains. Then silence reclaimed the night for at least another year.
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Arcing away in a Beachfront Fog (Demo 1)
He set his wedding ring down and pushes until the sands swallow it whole as a seagull goes twisting turning and arcing away in a beachfront fog.