I, Effing Feline have new glasses. In this month of national celebrations, I’m taking no chances of upsetting anyone in the far-flung, utterly confused family of my pet human, Ed Hoornaert, aka Mr Valentine.
Today’s snippet is from the short story, Thimbleriggers, contained in Future Love, Mr V’s brand new release. To pay for an expensive operation for her long-time husband, ninety-year-old Kathy is selling her sexual memories to young Aldous Wiggins.
Aldous’s ‘wound’ is his father’s disloyalty in letting him go to jail (after his fifth arrest for shoplifting) rather than paying for expensive lawyers. Aldous retaliates by plunging into the scandalous life of a pornographer.
In this snippet, Aldous has just experienced the memory of Kathy’s first-ever kiss, in the band room after school. Edited slightly from the published version.
Shivers roared down Aldous’s back. Trembling, he yanked off the helmet.
The name, her last name. On his hands and knees, he edged close to Kathy and craned his neck to read the application form clutched in her ancient, wrinkled hand.
But . . .
Hall was a common name. No one, repeat no one, was so loyal they married and spent their whole life with the first guy they kissed.
Effing Feline here again. Happy WhateverTheHeckDayYouCelebrate.
Future Love has been released!
Now available at the special introductory price of just 99c
A spaceman wins the woman of his dreams . . . but it’s too late. A crook invents a new form of pornography . . . but it teaches him about love, not sex. A man pursues his beloved beyond death . . . but finds only the evil in his own heart.
The SF short stories in Edward Hoornaert’s Future Love probe how the future will make today’s romance seem simple and tame by comparison. Think that’s not possible? You have much to learn.
If you crave stories that deal honestly with love’s potential for redemption, you’ll adore Future Love. Seize tomorrow today – read Future Love.