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eBook Category: Dark Fantasy/Horror
eBook Description: Twenty-two flash fictions and prose poems--from the Bionic Turtle to Madame Tarot, from Charles Bukowski to the Anti-Book-of-the-Month-Club.

eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Ocean View Books, 1991
Fictionwise Release Date: February 2003

18 Reader Ratings: Great Good OK Poor

Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [83 KB], eReader (PDB) [32 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [18 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [17 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [68 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [92 KB], hiebook (KML) [68 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [55 KB], iSilo (PDB) [15 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [19 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [47 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [29 KB]
Words: 5185
Reading time: 14-20 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

"Boston's darkly comic glimpses of a multiverse where animal corpses contain hidden messages, where the Anti-Book-of-the-Month-Club ransacks your personal library, and where you can escape from reality through a black hole in your bedroom, is a bizarre hybrid of Edgar Allan Poe and Gary Larson, as well as a timely reminder that word count is rarely an accurate indicatorof quality."--Steve Green, Critical Wave

"The works presented here do not come in verse, but use the prose form laden with poetic sensation and imagery.... All are highly literate, and many--such as "In the Eyes of Old Dogs" and "One Way Street"--are breathtaking in their immediacy."--Chris Reed, Back Brain Recluse.

"Some of them are humorous and some are tragic; all of them are insightful ... artfully using sparse yet intelligent language to measure out concise encapsulations of thought and imagery."--Michael Adkisson, New Pathways

"...amusing little fever dreams, not unlike surreal psychedelic hallucinations, yet genial and convivial nonetheless .... [Boston] can be both fun and thought-provoking at his best; entertaining even at his worst."--H. R. Felgenhauer, Between Dimensions

When dogs are young and full of bark and roll, they believe that someday, somehow, they will grow to be like their keepers. They think the fur will fall from their hairy limbs and their paws will sprout fingers. They expect to rise up on their hind legs and prance about, their heavy tongues suddenly fluent in the clever and polyphonic chatter of man-speech. Thus the adoration which shines from their glance is not for you, dear master, but for the image they hope to inhabit on some bright tomorrow.

Yet when the suns accumulate upon their backs and their coats begin to fade, when the fleet grace of their loping stride turns cramped and awkward with age, they at last comprehend the true order of the world. They no longer believe that they will be transformed. You can see it in the eyes of old dogs who sit next to men in rockers on the porches of once-painted clapboard houses. They know that they will always, always be nothing more than dogs.

And then death comes, and strips them even of this simple faith.