Description

Apart from running the family farm, Jake's daily routine is simple: Late every afternoon he searches his son Joey's room to make sure Joey didn't bring something unwelcome or alien into their house. Joey doesn't appreciate his father's intrusions, but it's Jake's house, Jake's rules, right? Besides, Joey has nothing to hide. Nothing at all. A short story.

About the author(s)

Jeffrey Howe lives and works in the scenic Black Creek Bottoms area of St. Louis, Missouri, where he writes things that would have made his grandmother blanch, or at least blush. His short fiction has previously appeared at MicroHorror, flashquake.org, and the late, lamented Shine Journal. He ruminates at his blog, Merciless Idioms (http://jeffreyhowe.wordpress.com) when he thinks to.

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