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Chapter One. Epilogue by Daniel Eness Dot Dot Dot
The day he brought a rubber-dart pistol to work, Kevin found his cubicle had
already vanished. He heckled himself, and then made a joke to a moving guy with
grease on his thumbs and a long, long stare. Kevin looked for his desk, but it
was gone. Even his retro "The ProWriter Cometh" poster had abandoned him.
Out to pasture on a technicality, he presumed. He pulled the novelty plunger on
the gun, pointed the barrel at the dirty window, and clicked the trigger. The
dart didn't stick, but bounced off. It fell into a depression in the carpet. Back to: The Table of Contents of Kevin Shapiro, Boy Orphan Got a story to share?
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