My ‘Binky’ in WordCrafter Press’ Midnight Roost Anthology

I asked fellow Midnight Roost anthology contributors to share some things about themselves prior to publication and those generous enough to do so will be appearing here for the next week or so.

Each entry gives a taste of their contribution, a little about them, how to contact them, how their story came about, and definitely a link to Midnight Roost (which you should purchase because it would make each and every one of us happy.
you do want to make us happy, don’t you?
i mean, considering what we wrote, you want us to know you’re a good person, right?).

Let’s start with a Hallowe’en-themed introduction to the anthology as a whole:

Binky is the third of three of my pieces in Midnight Roost. Here’s the opening:

Marino sipped cold coffee from a white Styrofoam cup. He stood in his corner of the clinic staff’s office. A bricked-up fireplace ran along the wall nearest his desk, his clarinet on the mantle. Each day started with a little klezmer or polka, something to amuse the staff before the day began.
He nodded and smiled as they came in—”Morning, Dr. Marino.”, “Morning, Janet.”, “Yo, Peter.”, “Yo yourself, Brian.”—performing a headcount.
He was one shy. Who…
Pahtmus’ and Officer Houle’s voices rose above the chants and hollers of protesters beyond the clinic’s perimeter fencing.

How the story came about:
Binky is another story which evolved over time, and also from 1994. I always knew the story was about a haunted inner-city health center and was never comfortable with the traditional concept of “haunting.”
I also a proponent of a woman’s right to choose while simultaneously believing all life is sacred (a theme further developed and explored in Empty Sky).
The title was always “Binky” and I never knew who, what, or how Binky played a role.
And as they say, one day it all came together.

Enjoy!

About me:
I’m boring and dull. I’ve learned to live with it.
Hopefully my stories aren’t. You decide, and let me know.
More about me and my social links here.