Dry leaves are moving in the wind, but they don’t rustle. All I hear is the buzz inside my head, the sound that’s been with me for – how many years has it been?
Perhaps the buzz is a carrier wave from the gods, and the broadcast, the real message, is about to begin. Perhaps that’s why they’ve silenced the world for me. At last the gods might tell us – something. Anything.
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Buy it on Amazon: See/Saw. In this novel you can sell your memories for cash. And regret it.
Memorable Fancies 
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