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Doctor's Dozen [MultiFormat]
eBook by Bruce Boston
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eBook Category: Dark Fantasy
eBook Description:  The true mad scientist doesn't live in an isolated castle in the Bavarian Alps. He works for a multinational corporation. He has wealth and power. He has a house in the Bahamas. a racing bike, and a long-stemmed secretary. Yet still, he is not happy.
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: The Portland Review, 1981
Fictionwise Release Date: December 2002
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [45 KB], eReader (PDB) [22 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [8 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [8 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [60 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [79 KB], hiebook (KML) [48 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [40 KB], iSilo (PDB) [6 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [9 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [36 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [15 KB]
Words: 2119
Reading time: 6-8 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
 
The Needles Tracking
Too rapidly the dots accumulated. Dr. Spoleri adjusts the electodes. He thumbs his glasses and calculates the nation. He is something more than a doctor, less than a man of medicine. In the lumpy geography of his soul the vision of an endless city blooms by night. Its streets are empty, its houses full. The doctor nudges a toggle and the juices begin to flow. Distance is pressed to s simple line, the tongue of a blade, the lip of a freshly coined bullet. Traped by a dark geometry of wires, spirits are tapped to the core. Hands jerk and touch. Strange creatures spawn. Dr. Spoleri cuffs his knuckles on the motor mount and curses the dawn. He is Swiss and claims neutrality. The moons of his glasses fill with light. There are a million threads in his jacket, a million upon a million, all of them running blood.
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