I’m publishing my science fiction novel Pareidolia in slow motion. A new chapter will be published every week. The premise is available here.

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MARCUS

Powelton Village, Philadelphia | June, 2000

Zeke buzzes me in. He lives alone, thank Christ. I lurk beneath a parade of throbbing orange lights until I reach his door, which I bang on hard enough to jiggle off the little number under the peephole. It’s never occurred to me that the orange lights in the hallway look like ’50s flying saucers.

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I’m publishing my science fiction novel Pareidolia in slow motion. A new chapter will be published every week. The premise is available here.

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BALERO

Downtown Philadelphia | June, 2000

It was a dry spell from hell. Never seen anything like it. The holy grail of friendly, stocked dealers who promptly returned their pages and weren’t crazy were suddenly impossible to find. In desperate times wishes for dealers both friendly and prompt were abandoned in favor of those who lived nearby and didn’t own a large gun collection and perhaps did fail to take their medication, but even these fleeting ghosts were not to be found throughout the dark months of April and May.

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