Brooklyn Half - 2

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At one point they were going to take Brook away. Two cardigan and slacks wearing social workers had come over with clipboards and concerned looks on their faces. They seemed to take particular interest in the pantry, stocked with whiskey and cheese puffs and soda and Budweiser. It wasn’t looking good but then Grant, her Dad’s fairy art dealer had turned up and fixed things. It wasn’t the first time.

Hopefully this situation wasn’t going to bring them back. Living with Judd was no tea party but she didn’t fancy being sent to a foster home in Queens. She was old enough to take care of herself and it’d be much better now… Now that her freak pointers were gone…

‘Hey!’

It was coming from the other bed, teenage male voice.

‘What,’ she said, not wanting to sound too friendly. F*%k making friends in a hospital.

‘I heard you cut off your ears, like that painter?’

Little punk. She felt like going over and boxing him. She clenched her fist but felt her restraints.

‘Maybe I’ll cut yours off if you don’t shut your face.’

That got him. It occurred to her then that she was going to go from being called Spock to Van Gogh… Tears welled up in her eyes even as she tried valiantly to fight them back. Wouldn’t do to weaken now. Couldn’t survive.

And just then, as if her vulnerability had left a gaping hole for the boogie monster to crawl thru, something changed. It felt like the air had been sucked out of the room and been replaced by a thick fog of malice. Brook felt a stab of fear so intense it made her shake.

Her neighbour was rising from his bed and crossing the room toward her. But he was no teenage boy. She let out a scream so loud it could have raised Jesus.
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Impossible Girl 1 - online book sales

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It's finally happened, we ceased our New York decadence long enough to co-ordinate an online sales site. The IMP Product store is on a site called Store Envy... lots of indie sellers, more creative than ebay, not quite handmade like etsy. You can view the product (book) details online http://nvy.gd/a1BbJn but you will need to register/login to purchase/check out. It's not a big deal, an email address and password and you're right. Paypal is the purchase vehicle.
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Since we are here (NYC) we are providing free shipping in the USA and Canada. We can ship elsewhere, just allowing Store Envy to determine standard shipping rates. We have a small stock of the 250 books published (First Edition, as printed on inside cover) stored in Brisbane and will sell them online with free shipping within Australia when we get back in November.
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Brisbanites can of course purchase a copy of the book from either VeinWear Shoe store.
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In other news, New Yorkers can also purchase the book (The Impossible Girl 1: When you woke was there someone in your bed?) From Forbidden Planet NYC 840 Broadway, New York, NY 10003.
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On a personal note... we're having a great time in NYC! Thanks for all of the support. Hope you like the new story Brooklyn Half. N&C
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Brooklyn Half - 1

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The room was pale green and white with a mild undercurrent of antiseptic. Two beds sat either side of a central window. The hump in the other bed indicated it was occupied but Brook was too groggy to be bothered paying much attention to it.

She wished she could be comforted by all the light and cleanliness, so different from the dust loft she lived in with Judd. But she wasn’t, mostly it just made her feel out of place.

The pain killers were starting to wear off and her ears throbbed like a razor with her pulse. She instinctively went to touch them but remembered she was restrained. Instead she rolled her head on the pillow. The scratchy white gauze which circled her head was tight as a drum.

Brook had been awake for an hour or more. She’d kept quiet and still to avoid speaking to her Dad. Eventually he’d left. It was amazing he stayed as long as he did. Had to be way past whiskey o’clock on Judd’s timepiece.

It hit her again like a wave. They were gone. There was going to be a lot of shit to deal with over this but they were gone. What she had wanted desperately for the last three years had finally happened. No more Brook the freak. No more stupid Spock jokes or sneering ‘elf kid’ taunts.

Funny, instead of feeling elation there was something like loss nagging at her. It had to be the pain, the drugs, the loss of blood, she rationalized. But severing the stupid abnormalities that connected her to Judd’s madness was the only way. She should know, she’d thought about it enough.

Her father was convinced his ex-wife - wife really, they had never technically divorced - was a magical being who was awaiting the appropriate moment to return to them. Apparently on reuniting all would be perfectly forgiven and forgotten and they could play happy families again. F*#k that, Brook thought.

The longer Judd waited the drunker he got. The longer Brook waited the angrier she got. It had been 13 years…
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Brooklyn Half - 0

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Coming soon live from Brooklyn...
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Evinrud - 19

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Where's my ride at?

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