Friday, February 2, 2007

The Mujahideen of Melrose Avenue

Futurismic has opened its fiction year with a new story of mine, "R.P.M.," which the editors pitch as "a near-future post-mediapocalyptic mind-bender about celebrity, freedom, America and meaning." Check it out.

I wake to the sound of vintage Hall & Oates blasting at me so loudly I can feel the waves pound my flesh, each beat an aural tsunami.

Private Eyes. The synth-drum feels like it’s being played on my head with a rubber mallet.

I emit a screaming yawn, squinting my eyes open into the bright lights.

Which lights silhouette a sarcastically dancing policeman. Adding his own voice the chorus.

They’re watching you.

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