It was a real effort. The Pages program did not seem to want to do things correctly so I wound up editing xhtml and other data files by hand. About four days of work. 😦
The big drag now is that no one can give me any idea as to how long we have to wait for iBookstore Quality Assurance approval. Some blogs are saying 30 days or more!
Here is the link to the Lulu account where people can buy a PDF version. That is readable on almost all systems.
Click the cover image to go there.
BUY via Lulu.com 50¢ Flash – v1: Twist
– 3 short stories: Jaan Seunnasepp
– drawings: Katrin Orav
– photos: J M Manness
– editor: Alex Stevens
THE ROOM: Jenni P. checks into a secluded motel, unaware of what will confront her there.
POOL HALL SCENE: Michael is down on his luck until he plays a stranger.
THE BOTTLE OF TOKAJI: University student Greta returns home to find her roommate has opened a very special bottle of wine.
—- from the intro by editor Alex Stevens
This first volume of 50 Cent Flash Fiction will bring you into the fun, interesting, and intriguingly bizarre world of Jaan Seunnasepp. Jaan has a unique, dark sense of humor is playful with his writing, which makes for fun reading – you can’t help but smile or laugh out loud.
Jaan makes your feel as if you’re right there alongside his characters. Add his sense of drama, and you’ve got yourself a solid bit of writing. The theme for this volume is Twist. Each piece should give you a little something you don’t quite expect, and keep your literary taste buds craving more. There is humor, fear, excitement, and rage — a whole gamut of emotions.
University student Gretta returns returns home to find that her roommate has opened a very special bottle of wine.
The usual January drizzle greeted Gretta as she left the bus depot and walked to her bicycle. She clipped her pack to the bike’s rack, pulled her knit cap over her dark hair and started home. As the day slowly brightened, she was thinking of hot tea.
When her companion took in a sudden sharp breath and looked down at the table, Jill sensed that something was very wrong even though she could not see Gretta biting her lip. “Uh-oh!” she exclaimed.
“I am supposed to be her boyfriend, yet she would rather play solitaire than spend time with me.” the narrator exclaims as his girlfriend continues with her computer game after he comes home. This sets the tone for the rest of the evening.
“Come in! The door’s open.”
I walked into the apartment, down the short hallway to the living room, and stopped behind the faded green sofa. Suzie sat in the far corner, a flickering green light echoing off her fleshy, pale face. Her sandy blonde hair brushed her chunky shoulders as she looked over, gave a begrudging smile, then turned back to her game of solitaire. …