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.

Well Told Pulp

You can listen to "The Eyes Have It" at Well Told Tales, a short story about a newspaper man and a certain obsession with a dead woman's eyes. I'll let you listen for the rest. It's as pulpy as anything I've written.

I was having one of those "why do I write?" sort of days, and the Well Told Tales podcast helped boost the spirits.

This video boosted my spirits even more: 47 year old Susan Boyle sings on Britain's Got Talent. (it is on YouTube, but embedding is disabled)

If that doesn't inspire you, you're dead.

Someone Else Behind the Microphone This Time

Kevin Colligan at Well Told Tales gave the green light to "The Eyes Have It" as a future podcast. I'm glad someone else will do the reading this time because I'm fighting a nasty little sinus infection.

J.C. Tabler has a post up about his ghostly experience last weekend, inspiring my own relation of something strange and otherworldly.

I used to work at a small nonprofit called YouthFriends in Lawrence (a school-based mentoring program). We were housed in the local United Way building, which had been a nursing home. The old patient rooms were converted into offices for the various non-profit agencies in town.

One room in particular had "haunting" type issues. Anytime someone put a clock in the room, it would stop. Still does to this day. A friend is now the president/CEO at United Way, and they are experimenting with a variety of perfectly healthy clocks. So far, each has quit working within a day.

I tend to lean toward the skeptical on these things, but the clock has me stumped.