The Curse of Gary (Part 47)

He passed through the dining room, digging his toes into the downy carpet as went. In the kitchen doorway, Victor halted and stared. The room was immaculate. Not a single can of Spam littered the floor, there was not a Brussels sprout in sight. The benches were neat and every cabinet door was closed. He... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 36)

He picked up a nearby can and threw it at the wall. It clunked, ricocheted and landed on the floor; one of its corners was bent. Victor smiled. He gathered up eight cans in his arm, stood up and pelted the wall with them. Each can bounced off, half-crushed. "Ha!" he said. "Stupid Spam. And... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 35)

Three electric lights hung from the ceiling, concealed beneath oversized dome shades. The room was certainly cursed, but the hum of the bulky white machine in the corner was like a siren's song to Victor's stomach. He crossed the cold, hard floor, yanked open the hefty fridge door and looked inside. He shut the door... Continue Reading →

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