The Book Nomad (A Gateway Roadhouse Story)
It’s good physical books are rare in the year 3432 considering poor Henbert ends up anywhere described, when a casually place book sends him hurtling back to WW2 with no book capable of getting him home.
A cute silly little story, but it took three days to write as I am helping with someone sick in the household.
Oh, and 31 stories this month? Because I was gone for over a week at a writing workshop, I think it’s been pretty much shot out of the water. 😛 I now need to get ready for a move, the June Nano, and a limit on internet connection. I’ve beat last year’s May total of 10 short stories in one month. At this point I’ll be happy with anything I get, including stopping now if necessary with 12 for the month. 🙂
A pleasant night at the circus with her fiance ends with terrified Emmie Kirkwood fleeing into foggy 1870’s London. She makes it to an establishment called the “Gateway Roadhouse,” only to find herself in a place filled with the kind of creatures from which nightmares are made. Meanwhile, her would-be killer is still hot on her trail.