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exnzpat’s Halloween Story for 2011

When boy met girl by exnzpat   Jim was only eighteen.  Just last week he passed his driver’s test; his license was fat and warm and filled his wallet.  To celebrate, his Dad had bought him a car.  Jim was a lucky boy.  He did not know it of course; as far as Jim was [...]

The escape of exnzpat, Part 7

The Apothecary “Come Exnzpat, come.”  But it wasn’t Lilith’s voice I heard.  Nor was it Becky’s.  Something or someone else was calling me… “Did you say something?”  Becky asked. “No, it wasn’t me.  But I did hear someone calling my name… did you hear something too?” “Yes.  But… but I also heard someone crying…” I [...]

The escape of exnzpat, Part 6

Becky wakes Lilith turned back towards the woman and the child. She placed one hand on the boy and the other on the woman; a spark of static leapt from her fingers and into their sleeping forms. Imperceptibly the right hand of the boy began to move under his sheet, and so too did the [...]

The escape of exnzpat, Part 5

Woman and child There was a deception to this place that I was only becoming aware of.  We had walked for sometime before I noticed. “Lilith,” I said, “we don’t seem to be getting very far.” Lilith turned her gorgeous face toward me.  “Exnzpat, really — have you not been listening?  I thought I explained; [...]

The escape of exnzpat, Part 4

The Attic I woke from my dream.  Looking up I found both Lilith and Lincoln staring down at me.  Lincoln licked my face, I pushed him gently aside. “Yeah Okay, that’s enough Lincoln.”  I rubbed the sleep and his slobber from my eyes. I stood, saying nothing more.  It was dark outside now and the rain [...]

The escape of exnzpat, Part 3

Lincoln In my dream I saw a man.  It was me.  And I remember this… “…I can feel the walls closing in on me: banks, brokers, lenders, wives, children, and dogs — especially dogs!  Where was Lincoln?  “That Bad Dog!”  There… there he was on the dining room floor.  The floor I spent hours sanding [...]

The escape of exnzpat, Part 2

Conversation with an Angel “Lincoln?” I asked again. A sharp bark reverberated through me. “It is you!  It’s really you; but how?” I called out delightedly. And then…  Something more: Lincoln was not alone!

The escape of exnzpat, Part 1

Conversation with a madman It is important, I think, to explain more fully the circumstance that has brought me to this strange and terrible place, which up until a year ago, was an unremarkable life. There are gaps in my memory – of this you know – but more – there are gaps in the [...]