I’m lucky enough to have my work included in The Rabbit Hole Volume 5: Just…Plain…Weird anthology along with quite a group of talented authors. I especially love the teaser
Welcome to the Rabbit Hole. On our fifth excursion into the warren of the odd, 37 authors lead us down their own little burrows of strangeness : an army of penguins, music that cures, aliens that communicate through old cartoons, images of the future that save, unwanted visions of the now, and, oh yes, it is raining lawyers. All have one thing in common, they are just…plain…weird.
Weird can be funny, weird can be sad, weird can be thoughtful, weird can be mad, but the one thing in common is that weird shares experiences you have, thankfully, never had.
Just be careful, all little bunnies are not nice, but they are memorable.
About the Author
I live in Tulsa, OK with my wife and two cats. My wife and I belong to the Oklahoma Science Fiction Writers, but the cats haven’t shown any interest in joining. I’m working on a novel and have sold a few short stories.
How the stories came about?
The main inspiration for the story was something an English instructor mentioned years ago about “the juxtaposition of disparate elements.” The elements here are the contents of two TV shows you probably recognize. One was a goofy sitcom about a talking horse sixty some years ago. The other was much more recent. It examined various people in various places who had some sort of connection with the Romanoff family. It tended to be rather gloomy and brooding. These looked like interesting ingredients for a mashup.
Willard entered his office, sat down, and went through the letters that he’d brought in from the mailbox. Mostly bills, no business. He knew he’d probably find the same sort of mix if he checked with the answering service. Business was just about nonexistent these days for his interior design studio. It was all going to the larger, well established outfits in town.
If he wanted to avoid bankruptcy, he needed to make “Plan B” work. The problem was getting “Plan B’s” principal operative to cooperate.
“Hey, buddy boy,” came a deep, genial voice from behind him, “did you think to pick up any carrots?”
Willard turned to face the large, white horse in whose barn he had his studio.
“Sorry, Ned, but I’ve got other things on my mind right now. Like where the money’s going to come from to buy the carrots.”