Read Casket for Sale, Only Used Once Online
Authors: Jeff Strand
I'm going to lock it away with instructions not to publish it until after I'm dead.
Or maybe I'll publish it after I get a happier ending.
So if you're reading these words ... well, let's pretend it's the latter. I'm feeling optimistic.
Epilogue
HELEN AND I GAZED at the sonogram monitor, which featured bizarre shapes that looked like nothing identifiable as a human or even alien child. The sight brought tears to our eyes anyway.
She'd taken a beating, but she hadn't lost the baby. She was one strong mother and she was going to have one strong kid.
"Is it a boy or girl?" Helen asked.
The doctor smiled. "Both."
My eyes widened.
"Oh my God!
The kid's a hermaphrodite?"
Helen laughed and playfully swatted my arm. "No, you goof. He means we're having twins." The realization of that fact sunk in and her voice became somewhat less chipper.
"Twins."
"Actually, no," said the doctor.
"Triplets."
Helen swatted my arm again. This time it wasn't quite as playful.
Jeff Strand
Jeff Strand grew up in
Graverobbers
Wanted (No Experience Necessary), Single White Psychopath Seeks Same, How to Rescue a Dead Princess, Elrod
McBugle
on the Loose
, and
Out of Whack.
He's a past President of the Electronically Published Internet Connection, an international organization of professional authors, which he rules with an iron fist and a wooden paddle. He's also "host for life" of the annual EPPIES awards banquet, which gives him the opportunity to act goofy in front of a large audience and wear a tuxedo, not necessarily in that order.
Jeff lives in Tampa,
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