by Andy Duncan
…today he brought me a sack of eyeballs of which, before God, not one was usable. Stress? Love? Syphillis? Who can say? I am saddened beyond speculation.
The instant I hefted the sack, I knew. A director senses these things. Yet to appease Charles, I dutifully hefted each eyeball, rolled it in my fingers, inspected it, flung it to the floor. Not one bounced — not one! Smack, smack, smack, like so many eggs. They surrounded my desk, gazing up at my shame.
About the Author
Andy Duncan was born in Batesburg, South Carolina and graduated from high school from W.W. Wyman King Academy. He earned a degree in journalism from the University of South Carolina and worked for seven years at the Greensboro News & Record. His novelette “Close Encounters” won the 2012 Nebula Award for Best Novelette. His fiction has appeared in a number of venues, including Asimov’s Science Fiction, Realms of Fantasy, Weird Tales, SciFiction, and Escape Pod. He has also published poetry, essays, and reviews.
About the Narrator
A potted biography of Mr. Key will appear here when sufficient information about him becomes available. Elsewhere on the interweb there is a completely spurious account of his life, not a word of which is true – nor is it clear which hopelessly deluded ragamuffin wrote it.