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Exits and Entrances [MultiFormat]
eBook by Tim Waggoner
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eBook Category: Horror
eBook Description: All the world's a stage, and revenge is sweet indeed.
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Vengeance Fantastic, 2002
Fictionwise Release Date: May 2007
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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [189 KB], eReader (PDB) [38 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [25 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [24 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [83 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [96 KB], hiebook (KML) [83 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [54 KB], iSilo (PDB) [21 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [27 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [55 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [40 KB]
Words: 7630 Reading time: 21-30 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED

"It's your fault I'm dead."
Morgan looked up from his pad, where he'd been jotting down notes for a review of a new production of Waiting for Godot that he'd had the misfortune of suffering through that evening. Tall, blonde hair cut short with a bit of a curl around the edges, thin but not unattractively so, green dress that left her arms bare, hem above the knees. A bit on the plain side. She'd look better in black, he decided, with a neckline that revealed a hint of cleavage. Cobalt blue eyes, the flesh beneath puffy and tinged purple. Nose a bit crooked. Gives her a bit of character, he thought. Lips thin, a bit dry. Two words: lip balm. He had no idea who she was. "I don't suppose you're a waitress. I really could use another pot of hot tea." It had been his custom during the last fifteen years to dine at the Purple Pagoda after seeing a play. And in all that time, the service hadn't improved a jot. If anything, it had gotten worse. Oh, the food was good enough. His kung bao chicken-- "I'm not a waitress, I'm Claire. Didn't you hear what I said?"
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