We’ve talked about this before at the Yard: my novelette “Jules and Richard,” and its inclusion in Ellen Datlow’s Children of Lovecraft anthology–with its all-star lineup of weird writers, its Mike Mignola cover, its editorial pedigree. Well. Dark Horse has let it free this week, and its available all sorts of places: Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Chapters-Indigo.
But Ellen didn’t say anything about avoiding bicycles. And so, I did take a rather more direct inspiration from my single most serious bike accident a few years back, that did a real number on my shoulder, and also my dignity.
“I was crossing back there…”
Jules pointed, with his good arm, to the intersection a dozen meters to the east, just beyond the tangle of his once reliable old commuter bike: “… and as I was building up speed–”
“–over you went,” she said.
“Over I went, said Jules. He thought about it a moment, his mishap. “Stupid. I was checking to make sure I had my glasses in my pocket.”
“You don’t have them now though.”
“They fell out,” said Jules.
“Ah. Over there.”
The glasses had fallen into the shadow of the exhaust pipe of a parked van. Jules couldn’t see them, but she rose to fetch them and returned them to Jules. They were new glasses and they weren’t cheap.
He put them on, and blinked at his rescuer.
“Funny. I thought you were older,” he said, and immediately apologized. “I’m a little shaken up,” he explained.
Well, it was pretty scary at the time…