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Wednesday, October 25, 2017

From the SHOWCASE archives...


Fiction: “Edvard Munch,” by Robert W. Hobson

 


Sebastian Kane flew across the second floor of the mansion like his ass was on fire and his head was catchin’. His blue shirt was torn and bloody, his jeans were rags and equally as red, his chest would need an entire spool of thread to put back together, and he would be eating soup for the next week.

He hit the stairs, ignored them, leaped over the bannister, and dropped fourteen feet to the marble floor below. He landed in a three-point stance, flipped onto his back, drew his .50 Desert Eagle pistol from his hip holster, and pointed it up at the hall he’d just run down.

When he spoke, his jaw ground in its socket. “C’mon, c’mon.”

Sebastian stood and pulled the pistol close to his chest. “No such thing as vampires, my ass.”

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ROBERT W. HOBSON is a retired soldier. He has two published works, Camel in the Wire and Not Everything Goes BumpCamel in the Wire won the Literary Guild Complex award for best non-fiction November 2011 and was featured in Columbia College Chicago’s Hair Trigger 35.  Not Everything Goes Bump was published in Stupefying Stories, Mid-October issue, 2012. He is also a graduate from Columbia College Chicago with a Masters in Fine Arts.  Robert lives in Berwyn, Illinois, with his lovely wife Cathy, a dog named Scully, and a cat named Mystique.

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