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John Lombard
- Nov 19
The Beans of Production
I found the little cutie hiding in the coffee grinds. He poked his head out and looked around. He wore a red pointed cap over a smooth,...
John Lombard
- Oct 8
The Hands of the People
We open on a soldier, Swiss, battered and dishevelled, emaciated from a month’s dreary confinement, now wrenched into the bleary light,...
John Lombard
- Sep 12
King Solomon Comes For Your Life, Roscoe Goodman!
The squealing feral hogs ramaged rapaciously on Wall Street, skewering scuttling, blanching bankers with their piercing tusks and...
John Lombard
- Aug 6
Unidentified Monster in the Bagging Area
Cindy wasn’t right after the late shift. She wouldn’t let us turn on the self-checkers, so we had to ring up sales on the tills. We don’t...
John Lombard
- Jul 9
The Beast of Versailles
The Beast did not have to pay for the gloves. True, many aristocrats did not settle their bills, on principle. True, residents of...
John Lombard
- Jun 4
Ghost Paper
It was noon on the last day of the 9th month, and Qin Ming hurled himself along the busy streets of Kaifeng, hunted by ghosts. He passed...
John Lombard
- May 5
A Confederacy of Lanyards
There are rules for lifts. Some rules are obvious. If you are part of a group, use one lift, and travel together. Face the door, so you...
John Lombard
- Apr 3
The Three Heads
The man reached into a bag. He pulled out a head. The head was scrubbed with soap, with the hair combed and tied up in a knot. The teeth...