Rabid -- Your Typical Brother/Sister Romance

[Erik Handy]

Alex and Isabel Martin aren't acting like a brother and sister should be. Is the hellacious heat getting to them? Or is some deep-rooted desire finally rearing its awful head? Rabid is the latest terror excursion by Erik Handy, the man who took you to The Web and The Creeping City.

20,000 words await your sanity.

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[Erik Handy]

A sample if you dare . . . .


Alex put all of his weight on the animal’s neck and jerked its head back, winning the bout. Alex slid his arm out of the dog’s mouth, letting it hang limp to his side. He didn’t want to look at it because looking at it, acknowledging its state of pain, would make the reality that he had been bitten by a rabid dog more real, more real than his magazine fantasies, more real than the smiling monster on the pole, more real than his sister’s love.

“Get in! It’s Jacob.”

Control . . . normalcy . . . removed. Smashed. Burned.

The front door opened and Isabel stood there. She was finally dressed, albeit in only a blue bikini top and her trademark jean shorts. The smile she wore faded when she saw Alex, his limp arm, the dog with its head leaning unnaturally back on its back, Earl rushing past her to use the phone, the blood.

“Al --” She couldn’t speak. Her ball of joy exploded and no confetti rained down in the aftermath.

Alex looked up at his sister.

Copyright 2011 Erik Handy

[Erik Handy]

“Rabid,” Earl said.

Alex wanted to jump at the sound of his neighbor’s voice that had shattered the thick silence of the moment, but he was weighed down by stripped terror. First the vulture -- did that really happen, he thought -- and now this. Alex swallowed, hoping that movement would spur him to move, to run with the boy back into his house, which would in turn inspire good Earl to flee.

But all Alex did was say “You think?”

Earl nodded confidently. “When I was a boy my dog caught a case. I’ll never forget.”

Neither will I, Alex thought. Even though there was no breeze, a stench was making its way through the humidity to the trio’s location. Jacob pinched his nose and the two men scrunched up theirs. The smell was that of fresh [crap] piled upon old [crap] topped with, of all things, maple syrup. Sweet, yet hellacious.

The beast stared at them on the lawn. Its tortured mouth caught in a death grin.

“What should we do?” Alex asked Earl. “Aren’t they afraid of water? And noise?”

Jacob licked his dry lips, regretting it as the smell had turned into a pasty taste that had coated his skin.

“Yeah,” Earl replied. He raised the metal hose nozzle and squeezed. A refreshing stream of lukewarm water smacked the devil right in the face and the ordeal was over.

The animal made absolutely no sound as it turned tail and ran away down the street to its miserable fate.

The three stood for a few more silent seconds, trying to comprehend the event. Jacob came up with the best explanation.

“That was weird,” he offered. The men nodded in agreement.

Alex looked down at the boy and saw that whatever was in the boy’s eyes -- if there was ever anything peculiar -- was gone and replaced by what was there before: youth and innocence that rightly belonged to a six year old not molested by the tortures that come with age, such as death and sexuality. And with that particular thought, Alex’s worries about his sister boiled up like an overheated pot of noodles that was spilling over on the stove, scalding and scarring the fool who was going to clean up the mess with only bare, unready hands.

On the way back into the house another image filtered through the worries. The color red on unblemished skin.

Copyright 2011 Erik Handy

[Erik Handy]

a sample if you dare . . . .

Alex stepped out of the house and into the early morning heat, scanning up and down the street for signs of Jacob. He knew where the boy’s school bus stop was and hoped that he had arrived there already safe and sound. Alex stepped off the front porch and looked over at the Hennings’ house. He wished Earl was out watering his lawn so he could tell him where the boy had gone, but the car was absent from the carport. Alex hoped Mrs. Henning didn’t get into it with Earl again.

Alex walked out to the street, scanning for both Jacob and any dangerous strays. Isabel’s inattention to Jacob was obviously on Alex’s mind and for some reason, perhaps to not go crazy, he tried to pinpoint when his sister had first started to act differently. Maybe it was after Johnny Gold’s fist slammed into her left eye. Maybe something got knocked loose.

Or maybe she had always been sort of off in her head. He couldn’t think of any signal in their childhood or adolescence. They were always close and always bonded in some way. He did love her and, yes, sometimes she turned him on. The color red exploded in his mind along with a pose of his sister being his the way he wanted her, tied like a red bow, pleading with him with her deep-sea eyes to loosen her bonds even for a few seconds.

Alex was now four houses down from his own when he thought he saw a vulture perched on a fallen lump of --

the boy

 -- trash in a yard about ten houses down. Dread heated by external elements started to eat its way into Alex’s gut like a --

vulture

or a hungry, rabid dog

[Erik Handy]

A sample . . . .

Isabel was on the couch, barefeet on the coffee table, smiling at Alex. Usually the sight of her comforted him, but now something in her smile unnerved him. There was a trace of mischief behind her smile and gaze.

He unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. “What are you smiling at?” he asked. His voice wavered, but she didn’t seem to notice. She looked at him for a few moments more and then closed her eyes.

“Well?” he prodded. He sat next to her and pinched her bare underarm. She squealed and pinched his side.

“How was work?”

He caught her blue eyes for a split second and then looked off into the kitchen. “Work sucked. The power went out.”

She was looking up at him again, causing him to lose his train of thought.

“What did you do today?” he asked her, hoping some kind of conversation could break the odd spell that had fallen onto the woman.

“I painted my nails.” She spread her fingers towards him and pulled her feet up so he could see the red.

She looked over at him and thought she could see a rise in his lap. He was looking out the living room window at the humid scene of houses and occasional passing cars outside. Sweat though dried by the cool interior of the house resurfaced on his forehead.

“Where’s Jacob?” he asked.

“J-Jacob?” she stuttered. She had forgotten about him as if the boy never existed and never would.

Alex turned to her. She wanted to look at his lap. She knew for sure he was hard for her. “Your son.”

She smiled. “I told him to go outside and sweat out his pre-adolescent aggressions. Plus he can‘t watch a broken TV.”

“Outside? It’s too [expletive] hot for anyone to be outside.”

He was a bit angry at her indiscretion, but was more concerned for the welfare of the boy. Plus he needed to get away from his sister’s creepy charms.

[Erik Handy]

A MADNESS AMONG THE HEAT

Heat can do strange things to people; can make them think thoughts they’re ashamed of and do things even worse.

This is the hottest summer on record.

Rabid is the latest terror excursion by Erik Handy, the man who took you to The Web and The Creeping City. 20,000 words await your sanity.

[Erik Handy]

SOMETIMES WORDS FAIL. ACTIONS, HOWEVER . . .

Rabid is the latest terror excursion by Erik Handy, the man who took you to The Web and The Creeping City. 20,000 words await your sanity.

[Erik Handy]

Alex and Isabel Martin aren't acting like a brother and sister should be. Is the hellacious heat getting to them? Or is some deep-rooted desire finally rearing its awful head?

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[Erik Handy]

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[Erik Handy]

YOUR TYPICAL BROTHER/SISTER ROMANCE

Alex and Isabel Martin aren't acting like a brother and sister should be. Is the hellacious heat getting to them? Or is some deep-rooted desire finally rearing its awful head? Rabid is the latest terror excursion by Erik Handy, the man who took you to The Web and The Creeping City. 20,000 words await your sanity.

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[Erik Handy]

YOUR TYPICAL BROTHER/SISTER ROMANCE

Alex and Isabel Martin aren't acting like a brother and sister should be. Is the hellacious heat getting to them? Or is some deep-rooted desire finally rearing its awful head? Rabid is the latest terror excursion by Erik Handy, the man who took you to The Web and The Creeping City.

$1.99

[Erik Handy]

YOUR TYPICAL BROTHER/SISTER ROMANCE -- Rabid -- $1.99

[Erik Handy]

A MADNESS AMONG THE HEAT

Heat can do strange things to people; can make them think thoughts they’re ashamed of and do things even worse.

This is the hottest summer on record.

Rabid is the latest terror excursion by Erik Handy, the man who took you to The Web and The Creeping City.

NOW AVAILABLE for only $1.99!

[Erik Handy]

This crazy book will be free this Friday, March 30! Do you dare to try it?

[Erik Handy]

The hottest summer on record + a rabies outbreak + incest = nothing but trouble!

Rabid is $1.99!

[Erik Handy]

An excerpt:

Alex put all of his weight on the animal’s neck and jerked its head back, winning the bout. Alex slid his arm out of the dog’s mouth, letting it hang limp to his side. He didn’t want to look at it because looking at it, acknowledging its state of pain, would make the reality that he had been bitten by a rabid dog more real, more real than his magazine fantasies, more real than the smiling monster on the pole, more real than his sister’s love.

“Get in! It’s Jacob.”

Control . . . normalcy . . . removed. Smashed. Burned.

The front door opened and Isabel stood there. She was finally dressed, albeit in only a blue bikini top and her trademark jean shorts. The smile she wore faded when she saw Alex, his limp arm, the dog with its head leaning unnaturally back on its back, Earl rushing past her to use the phone, the blood.

“Al --” She couldn’t speak. Her ball of joy exploded and no confetti rained down in the aftermath.

Alex looked up at his sister.

her bare foot up and down his leg . . .feeling around under the sheet for an erection . . . her red nails tenderly tapped the top once . . . "I love you," she whispered.

[Erik Handy]

Alex and Isabel Martin aren't acting like a brother and sister should be. Is the hellacious heat getting to them? Or is some deep-rooted desire finally rearing its awful head? Rabid is the latest terror excursion by Erik Handy, the man who took you to The Web and The Creeping City.

Includes the bonus ebook, A Meticulous Absence.

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