Gemini

By E. G. Fabricant

From "Matters Familiar." Two brothers try to make sense of their lives after their domineering mother's death. Adult language.

• Language: English
• Publisher: E. G. Fabricant
• Release date: Oct 2, 2010
• ISBN: 9781465796400

E. G. Fabricant

E. G. Fabricant is a writer living in San Jose, California, who’s interested in producing short fiction that’s contemporary, topical, and speaks to the human condition.His dormant interest in this pursuit was rekindled when he was selected as one of 10 finalists in the International Category of the Mark Twain Writing Competition: “A Murder, a Mystery, and a Marriage,” sponsored by the Buffalo and Erie County Public Library.E. G.'s determined to become the oldest, new best short fiction writer. He’s also interested in hearing from others with similar interests who want to become better at it.

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GEMINI

E. G. Fabricant

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Copyright 2010-2012 by E. G. Fabricant

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Gemini is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Flowers, candles, incense. Context is everything.

The thought promoted itself from vagrant to insight as Jim traced the outline of his oxblood brogans against the dull, gray veins of the cathedral’s marble floor. Altar-boyhood artifacts that transubstantiated into adult talismans of sensual carnality became the stuff of Gothic nightmares again, as he stood there. Smoke curled lazily out of the thurifer being dangled by a somnambulant acolyte. Christ. Twenty years of smoking and that crap still makes me dizzy.

"What do you think he’s going to say?" she hissed.

Jim looked at Laura, the baby, as his little brother, Cary—all six-and-a-half feet of him—embraced the rostrum. The meadow of blue, gray, and oddly strawberry heads that had known them