I’m at a free meditation class. I’m doing my thing, zen-ing out, when I’m interrupted by a loud harrumph. I open my eyes and see the group smirking and giggling at me. “What?” I ask, my irritation growing steadily. “You don’t have any crystals,” one of them says. “And you’re not wearing a tie-dyed shirt. Materialist imbecile.” “Oh I’m sorry,” I snap, “I guess I’m also missing a magic butt-plug and shitty BO.” They all stare at me. Seconds pass, and rage silently builds in their eyes. I get up, about to walk out, when the guy who insulted me points at me and screams almost inarticulately, “GET HIM!” I run out of the studio and into the street, eyes wide and panting, and I open my eReader to Echo. Magic flash. A helicopter gunship appears over the horizon, its gatling cannons whirring and spitting flame. I look back at the vengeful hippies and see that they’re not getting shot by bullets, but with good ol’ Dial soap. They scream as if they’re being boiled alive. Good Christ, does it hurt THAT much to take a shower every once in a while?
Get thee away, dirty unwashed hippie! Get Echo Vol. 1 on Kindle here: Vol. 1 on Kindle. Vol. 2 on Kindle here: Vol.2 on Kindle. Links for Vol.2 on Smashwords/Nook/iBooks/Kobo are available here: Echo on other platform