Another story set in the “Honest, the Martian Ate Your Dog” universe. Most of my stories since “Honest” have been set in Kabul City since that’s where the original story was set. However, I felt that it was time for a change of scenery.
Continued from …
“Can I have your autograph?” asked the tiny old lady, speaking in a tremulous voice, looking earnestly at Dick like a lost kitten.
Dick Turpentine, highwayman extraordinaire [OK, maybe that was being too kind — Dick was at best ordinary, but generally considered to be sub-par] stared back at his latest victim in confusion.
A really, really long time ago, I wrote a few lines as the seed for a short story about a man on the run from his wife’s wrath after selling her dog to a martian. Then I forgot all about it.
When I wrote The Doll, I had a vague idea of writing a few further stories about the doll soon, but had no clear idea of what I wanted to write about. But then I saw the above image, (or rather the original here) by Nazly Ahmed and a new story started taking shape in my head …
Many thanks to Nazly for his kind permission to use (and to modify) his photo to suit my story!
Around the beginning of the year, Nazly Ahmed tweeted a photo (or rather, two photos) which made me pause. I wondered what the story behind that image was but then forgot about it for the time being.
Yesterday, Nazly tweeted about a story that Milani B.