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Read Jack Ketchum and Edward Lee’s ‘Eyes Left’ Right Now, FREE!


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If you love the work of Jack Ketchum (you’re out of your damn mind if you don’t, this man is awesome!) today is what could easily be considered a day to rejoice. We’ve got you linked up to a brand new Ketchum co-crafted short. Jack pumps out more quality with the one and only Edward Lee, offering up “Eyes Left” free to the masses.

I haven’t had the chance to read this one just yet, but Ketchum has never failed me and Lee is an absolute beast. How can this possibly go wrong?

The story gets off to a fine start. Check out a quick excerpt below before you head over to The Original Van Gogh’s Ear Anthology.

Happy Hour at the World Cafe.  69th and Columbus.

At 4:30 after work that was where we came.  Neal from his studio and John from behind his camera over at ABC and yours truly from She Who Must Be Fed — otherwise known as Microsoft Word.  Pretty much every day.  There were other regulars who’d come and go but we three formed the core of it.  We’d stand there talking at the bar, drinking and munching trail mix with Neal feeding the juke a couple dollars now and then to keep the blues and country flowing and so that John wouldn’t start in with his goddamn Frank Sinatra.

You had to be careful with John and Sinatra.  He’d play a whole CD and sooner or later he’d be singing along.

And we watched the ladies, of course.

Today was Neal’s day On Point.

Eyes left,” he’d say.

That was what we did.  Stake our claim on the liquor industry, tell jokes and bitch about life in general and listen to sweet blues and watch the women walk by along the hot summer sidewalk.  We’d been doing it for years.

The only difference now was that some of the women were dead.

The women.  They’re the first best reason to love summer in New York City.  The sidewalk outside the big plate-glass window on Columbus brought along an endless procession of them — almost as though they were walking by just for us, just for the appreciation radiating out from inside.  Sure, I know what you’re thinking.  A bunch of horny sexist pigs.  Reducing women to the sum of their sexual parts.  But it’s not like that at all.  At least not for me.  For me there’s a kind of reverence to it.  All that beauty and diversity.  All those blessings to our little lonesome planet walking around in shorts and tanks and halters.  I’m serious.

Again, be sure to wrap this one up right here, and hit that donate button while you’re at it!

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Author of Say No to Drugs, writer for Blumhouse, Dread Central, Horror Novel Reviews and Addicted to Horror Movies.

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