Strike Up The Band.

They began to assemble on Friday morning, coming in from across the world. Some had been there before, all were well paid, all believed the man in charge was completely insane. Chefs flew in from Manhattan, Paris, Saigon, Seoul, and … Continue reading

Welcome, Andreas. You’re Over There Next To Gameel Al-Batouti And Mohamed Atta. Flash Fiction Tuesday.

Andreas blinked and then twitched as the white-hot nails were driven into his skull. Shrieking in agony he said, “Wait, I just committed suicide. I don’t belong here!” Please follow me on Twitter, and “Like” the Facebook author page. Don’t … Continue reading