IOM #43

The enemy aspired to be Dan Lazar but he’s a one shot novelist, running blind, learning the hard way, without fail, that he is bad luck and trouble and falling over the tripwire of his syntax, in the echo, burning on the killing floor of publishing. His character mimicked Jack Reacher, arriving in a snazzy helicopter, persuader in his pocket, but really only the griffin at the cathedral door, frighteningly illuminated by a moonbeam, but not something to die trying to see. He tried being an agent but he went over to the dark side, and became a writer.

talk about cross genre flash fic.

1 comment:

A Paperback Writer said...

Somehow I just want this to be "Jack the Reacher."
Sorry, I just can't help myself.