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Excerpt from Yolk, to be released July 15th, 2017


The phone rang at 2:00 a.m.

“Where is she?” I asked. “What the hell is she doing there? Okay, calm down. I’m on my way.”

The night air sent chills throughout my body, making me wish I had worn a warmer jacket, but there was no time to turn back. I began walking toward the mountain hoping to hail a cab along the way. At best, it would be a ten minute walk. Looking up, I could see a full moon. It was so typical of her to pull a stunt like this. What was even more ludicrous was that I was enjoying the walk. The sound of my steps on the wet cobblestones added to the eeriness of the surroundings, with its haunting whispers and rancid odors.

I turned to see a cat scamper after a mouse. In the distance subtle voices could be heard as the bars were beginning to empty. The faded laughter of their patrons was oblivious to my plight. I felt alone with it. I jumped as I heard heavy breathing, only to realize it was my own echoing in the stillness of the night


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