Friday, April 24, 2009

What was that Last Line?

The podcast of "The Eyes Have It" cut off at the last moment...I'm sure you can infer the last line, but for those of you who have to know:

"His old pocketknife sat on the table, alone, smeared and sticky with blood. The jar, the eyes, and Gina were nowhere to be found."

That's it. The end. Shuffle along.

Tomorrow: I offer my thoughts on The Between by Tananarive Due.

This Sunday: check out Fifty-Two Stitches for a lovely tale by Jodi Lee.

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